“Look. At. Me.”Bill faced her.“There’s cum on the floor. Why is there cum on the floor, Bill?”He squeezed his eyes shut, folded his lips and...breathed audibly.“I’ll tell you why. Because you jerked off to me getting fucked, didn’t you?”“Frankie, I–”“Didn’t… you?” She stepped close enough that her sharp breathing rippled Bill’s shirt.“Frankie, let’s forget about thi–”“Shut up. You listen to me now.”Bill nodded.“I don’t wanna hear any excuses, justifications, none of that. You want my silence?. .” Holly talked bluntly.“Are you sure that’s a good idea, Holly?” Maria wondered.“What can go wrong?” Holly said, “Besides, I wonder how big her package is compared with her sack...”“I’m not sure Chelsea is comfortable with such a thing-” Maria voiced her opinion before Chelsea stepped in.“If that’s what you want, Holly, I’ll be willing to play your game,” Chelsea looked at Maria, “can I use your girl to move things along?”“Who? Me?” Maria sounded confused.“I’m sorry Chelsea, but Maria is not. " Her again: "Sorry. Sometimes I'm a bit compulsive about details. I'm working on it though." Me: "That's OK. Me too – compulsive, I mean." Her: "I know. You're worried about 'them' coming to get you. For once, it seems you are correct." Me: "How do you know that about me? I never said anything. Are you working for the VA maybe? Or some secret organization?" Her: "First of all: you know you won't get any real information by asking those kinds of questions. If I am not, I'll answer 'no'. A nice looking young man, not 20 came into the bar and came directky to me. "I am Camo, you want boy?" Things there are direct and they happen quickly. "Maybe" smiling at him. "I have nice one, 22 cm come with me" lol, this was a change, my doing business with him. Down the street, through an ally that I was bit to happy about and in a door that made me more uncomforagble. What am I doing here was my thiught! Opening a door in this dimly lit hallway, I was shown into a room with only a bed.