When she looked down the locker aisle, she recognized one of the writhing females on the floor under the benches as Doris, a black-jack dealer who had...shown her the correct way of dealing the cards. The other young girl was a new hire from somewhere back East. She remembered how she had constantly bragged about working in "Atlantic City" which in her opinion "They really know how to do things there!" was a litany of the many things wrong about working in Las Vegas.Doris had the bleached. Maybe looking at the mirror will take you back."Lisa looked at herself and tried to recall a past memory, but the only one that came back was seeing her mother standing in front of it.Liz also gazed at the glass. She could see how intensely Lisa peered into her past. But as Lisa stared, the room slowly darkened around her. Without Liz knowing, images began to change for Lisa in the mirror. In the reflection different figures began to form.Clearer and clearer the images showed themselves until. Are you jealous? Angry? Does it turn you on? How do you feel watching your Daddy with another slut…. “No,” Ox whimpers, “I’ve never sucked a dick before” Better, but still not what I want. I tighten my fist even more and feel the first few hairs pop from his scalp. His face scrunches more and I can hear a soft, high-pitched whine coming from the big stud. “No,” I repeat his response again, “I’ve never sucked dick before….” I yank a bit, feel a few more hairs come free, “What!? You. What happened that night between Travis and Karen is something better left for those pizza-face dorks with nothing better to do than write Internet porn and express their explicit fantasies on paper. But you will be granted the liberty to know that the bottle of Montagut ’67—Rosette—was produced in due time, and that surely served to spice up the evening. It was how Travis had planned, with the one forgotten exception: The Agenda. A few days later, their second anniversary dawned on them clear.