I came way too quickly.Catalina said, “I want to wait a half-hour and then I want you to do it again. If you need help I’ll suck it.”I got dress...d but Catalina just slipped on a big T-shirt that she wore to bed. It used to be Dad’s but she keeps it to sleep in.Mom fixed us some hot chocolate. Dad came home before we had finished it and Mom told him about our sex contract.Dad said, “It sounds just like the one we signed.”Mom replied, “Almost to the letter.”Catalina looked at me and said, “Come. I didn’t mind though, Mag and I had our buzz going and we jumped right in with the steps. I glanced over at the table a couple of times, kind of hoping that Jack was watching, but he wasn’t. He was buying more shots for him and Gavin, flirting a little with the shot girl. I rolled my eyes, what was I expecting anyway? I ignored it and continued the step dance until it was over, a good grinding song playing next. Mag and I stayed on the dance floor, no longer doing a step dance, but doing what. The small single mother of two had been told she would be paid only if she could last two rounds against her heavier and experienced opponent. Having lost her job several days ago, she had searched desperately for a means to pay the rent before reading a flyer on the street and applying at the Velvet Spike.Now she struggled to get to her feet as she heard the referee counting. The Bikini she wore was identical to her opponent's except for color. The only reason that she had been given the bout. What about the chickens? I know it may sound silly, but they are pets, and maybe even beyond that. In a way, they’re our friends too. Frequently when we watch a movie at night — and again, thanks for all that you guys have given us — anyway, the chickens come, and believe it or not, sit there through the whole movie watching it with us. We even share our popcorn with them. I suppose the chickens probably watch the movie to see the colors, but for whatever reason, they’re really into it. Since.