“This house is just how I pictured it. You are just as I pictured!” She nodded but was unsure of what to say to his particular attitude. “The la...t words Rolly ever said to me were, ‘Take care of my wife’.”She covered her embarrassment. “Oh, that was just like him. Worrying about me even until the last moment.” A tear appeared in the corner of her eye. “I’m doing fine - his parents are helping out and I have some wonderful neighbours.”“Of course.” Ed Thurmann almost said it absentmindedly.. "I've got an idea to help us make more money," Jenny said."What is it?" John asked."Well, what if I invite my girlfriends over to watch you masturbate," Jenny said. "I'll bet they'd pay just like your friends do." Watch me masturbate?" John asked. "You're k**ding, right?" Of course not," Jenny said. "Why not? What's the difference your friends watching me and my friends watching you?" I guess there's not, really," John admitted. "How do you want to do it then?" Well, I'll bring Shauna home with. It took just one group meal together downstairs in the undersized Arcade kitchen to find the first big flaw with our proposed idyllic living arrangement, namely that it was impossible to enjoy even five minutes alone to ourselves without an interruption and we had fuck-all privacy. It seemed that every mugg in the organization found some excuse to come back there and politely but insistently bother me about some minutia of Westside business that only I could resolve for them. It probably didn’t. He had a somewhat stunned look on his face at first. Then he nudged my arm and slowly started walking to an area without people around, saying "let's find a better place to talk about this". I followed him behind the bar and into an alley where no one else was, and to my surprise he pushed me up against the wall. This wasn't exactly how I imagined things, but I became excited and said "I fucking dare you". This must have really set him off, because the next thing I know, I was flipped around.