Dick never knew his mother, and his father would never talk about her. Dick believed that her bones were buried in some forgotten oil field after his ...ather beat her to death. Robert was born in 1961 as Robert Blanchard. He grew up in central California with a mother that was also a mean drunk, and a whore. She didn't have a clue about who his father was, and didn't care. Robert earned a beating whenever he broached the subject. Robert was the 'mistake' that was the cause of all her problems.. As he undid the securing straps and the cuffs the two women stood, rubbing their wrists, and stretching leg muscles that had stood supporting their full orgasmic bodies perhaps for twenty long minutes. He asked if he should turn off the pump but was told not yet, both women as if by telepathy turning grabbing him, kissing him and distracting him while slipping the two handcuffs one on each of his wrists, snapping the loose ends on the bar. A little bemused he asked” what was occurring?” and. Her rather-concealing dress allowed me to check her out for a slight moment. Her body was curved oh-so perfectly, not voluptuous enough to send guys chasing, but it would look perfect in a suitable outfit.“Hey” “Hi” I replied. So, normally, I don’t visit friends that much, not even talking of girls. And yet, there I was, standing like a lost potato. She quickly shifted onto the other side of the bed and gestured for me to sit on it. I sat down and her laptop was In-between us, playing some. “Hi, Lucas. How are things?”“Good. There are a dozen or so phone messages for you. Stuff nobody else could handle, and which could wait.”“Give me the highlights?”“Doctor Bauer at IIT wants to have lunch, Dante wants to have dinner with you and the new owners again, and yesterday, a woman named Meredith called for you.”I chuckled, “Thanks. Only important calls today, please.”“You got it!”I swiped my badge and Elyse and I walked into the office.“Well, I guess I still have a job! My badge.