Running a hand through his short, spiky, platinum blonde hair, he unbuttoned the top three buttons of his starched white shirt and tossed his pinstrip... tie across the back of a chair. It was then he noticed the coffee table. Twin red candles burned next to an array of dishes–sliced meats, cheeses, bread, ripe plums. Two large cushions had been placed on either side. White petals were scattered around the table on the floor. Daisies, he suspected. Her favorite. He looked around the empty. ‘and thats not that much fun’. ‘anything better than a needle’ she said. ‘i’m already in the position’ she smiled at me. I looked at her face and the shy girl dit not looked that shy to me anymore… was she playing me? Dit she ‘liked’ this kind of stuff? I wondered. It must be, but still, i could all be a coincidence and me just beeing the happy ‘victim of sircumstances’! ‘it’s your choice’ i said and reached over to pull the thermometer out of her butt… very, very slow i pulled it out, looked. They were young and dressed in sharp black suits, with black sunglasses. They looked surprisingly hip, compared to the image of a gray haired department store buyer that I had in my head. And then behind them came a large black woman, dressed in a tight pair of go-go pants and fishnet stockings, and a long open trenchcoat of black silk. She looked familiar, but maybe only because of all of the tall, busty models who worked for Leena. For some reason the sight of her filled me with fear,. ”SMACK, on the other cheek.Donna forgot her whole line of thought, and just squirmed and backed up a little.Ms. Brendan stood in front of her and looked at her impatient, “Don’t get me mad now Cutty, where’s the happy face?” Thus reminding Donna what was expected of her.Donna meekly complied. “Sorry Ms. Brendan,” she said close to tears, as she curled her lips into a plastic smile.“That’s better, but not yet good enough.” Ms. Brendan took her by the arm and guided her to a wall. Within seconds.