'Christine I will see you on the night of the 13th of February in your favourite club. I expect you wearing the gift I got for you. After we have spen... time dancing I will bring you to my home for valentines day. And don't forget the jewellery I gave you. Love you lots, S xxxxxxx'She read and re-read the letter smiling each time she did. So Santa was coming for her, she thought. What can I get him for valentines day? Maybe I could make him a photo album she grinned wickedly as she thought. She. Customers are more sophisticated, they want facts and figures, not...glitz. Look at yourself, Connie: loud clothes, big hair, a damn pink Cadillac, for god's sake." "Yeah, I got all that. And you know what else I got? Loyalty. Sure, she's young and pretty, with business suits and a silver Mercedes, but how much longer you think she's gonna be selling the little shit boxes you list? What happens when word gets around how good she is? What happens when the commercial boys with their salaries. But they’d have to keep it quiet. How the hell do you keep it quiet? Breathe, she told herself, breathe.Her period was supposed to start yesterday. She had a light pad on and nothing had come. She checked to make sure but the pad was blood free. Three steadying breaths later, she got out. It was time to get ready for the match.When it was over she left straight after the good-game train and didn’t even go to the locked room. It hadn’t gone well but she couldn’t face her team. Especially not. " Master mused. "What do you think?"Cunt looked up at him, shocked. "Drew?" Well..." Master shrugged."Wh-what about Bitch?" Cunt burst out, suddenly remembering me."Poor timing, I'm afraid," Master replied, "This fellow is waiting his turn, and has been patiently. Clearly, you're not going to get to him." 'This fellow' was an Oriental guy; I took my cue and waved him forward. Master turned to Drew, "Andrew? Cunt seems to be in dire straits..." Uuuhh..." Drew was thunderstruck, clearly."You.