” Joe smiled.Sarah gave Rebecca a questioning look.“Yeah, I’ve watched you two go at it a time or two. If we sold the movie, we’d make a ton o... money. You two are hot.”Joe said continuing to smile like a cat playing with the canary.Rebecca felt a sinking in her stomach. She thought she had left that part of her life in Atlanta. Being filmed while servicing a client was common practice. After initially being upset, she had learned to accept it as part of the job.She was sure they had been used. "I lost my mother to a drunken driver ten years ago. She was working in her front garden when some drunk steered his car right onto the lawn and hit her." I'm sorry," Gabrielle squeezed the other woman's hand.Later than night Gabrielle got ready for bed and had just gotten in. Chris came out to the bathroom completely naked with Walter totally erect. His glasses was on Walter's nose which caused the President to laugh hysterically. "Walter just wants a good look at you," Chris grinned."Oh! That. "You broke my arm!" he screamed at her."I doubt it," she screamed back at him. "But I'll break your damn head if you come any closer."From the look on his face, she assumed he was going to lunge, and thrust out the end of the rod to strike him solidly in the solar plexus. He staggered back onto the downed door, gasping. "I'll get you for this, Bitch," he threatened in a broken breath, bent over from the blow to his solar plexus, while still holding onto his upper arm. After glaring at her for a. "Its what I've come to see."The skinhead snorts, and pulls back the curtain, letting you through. You move into a large room, set out with tables and chairs cabaret style. The walls are draped with purple curtains and sheets, and of course there are no windows. There are more people than you were expecting - mainly sat down drinking and talking in hushed tones, although some are moving around. All of the men are wearing tuxedo dinner jackets, just like you. The women wear evening dresses,.