I showed my invitation and was allowed into the nightclub. It was a little quieter here and less crowded. But the tables were occupied predominantly b... men in suits. The women circulated among the tables in ever less clothing. There were professional sex workers of every variety. Some performed on stage, some on film, and some in any bed where there was money. The biggest porn producers were surrounded by sycophants—both male and female. You could tell they wielded big bucks because they were. About 2 years after I joined, a new maid Sita came to work for me. Sita was about 32, pretty, with a figure of 32B-24-34. She was a mother of 3 c***dren and had a drunkard husband.One day she didn’t come to work. I sent for her and she came with her husband. He had got drunk and beaten her the previous night. They were arguing and shouting at each other. I intervened and calmed both of them. I sent him off and told her to get inside the house.She was still crying. So I put my arms around her to. My name is Gary Trimble by the way."I offered my now smaller hand through the tiny window. "Nice to meetyou Mr. Trimble."He shook his head. "Please call me Gary and it will be two hundred andfifty dollars."I frowned and was almost able to cry in front of someone. "I don'thave that much. Can I make payments?"He shook his head sadly. "No, I'm sorry but you can't. Is thereanybody that would loan you the money because the cost will increaseeach day because of storage fees."Tiny droplets escaped my. Sometimes Sam and Michael and Susan stayed over with Lee and me and David.These days Susan and David usually took off with their friends after dinner and we didn’t see them until very late or even the next morning. As far as we knew the two of them weren’t an item, at least not a formal one, but as almost every parent knows there’s usually something going on that you don’t know about, not to mention things you probably avoid trying to think about.Actually, that last part is not entirely true..