" Walter, she's dead, I can't be mad at her. She wasn't driving drunk, you were. Don't you think killing her was punishment enough for her already?" I...didn't kill her, she was in an accident, and she died. Don't go around saying that I killed her."I had had enough of that asshole. Christ! It isn't like we were having a difference of opinion about correct semantics or something. The girl was dead as a direct result of Walter driving while drunk, and flipping my truck over, on a road where no one. .. I don’t think he’s going to forgive us.”“Why’s he pissed at us?” Tiffany said.“Are you fucking serious?” Katelyn asked. Tiffany initially thought Katelyn was agreeing with her. Instead the tall young woman was addressing her question to her. “We were supposed to be going out to dance and let off some steam. Instead we wind up hanging out with three fucking losers in a shitty club and we have to race from a cab at four o’clock in the fucking morning because we shined them for free. “Maddy,” I addressed my sister-in-law, “why did you come here today?”“To make you dinner. I hoped to get you drunk on wine and seduce you,” she spoke matter-of-factly.“Katie?” I continued.“I wanted to get you to do to me some of what is in those porn clips,” she confessed.“Melanie?” I finished.She lamented. “I haven’t had sex since my son was born. I was gonna beg you to give me a mercy fuck.”“So you see my dilemma. If I choose one of you, the other two will tell my wife. The only solution is. With a nod, I stepped through into a room almost comic in its conventionality.The room was decorated in lace and satin, with Louis XV rococo furniture. Modern fixtures such as video screens were cleverly disguised in scrollwork and breakfront cabinetry. Girls sat around the room playing cards or video games, or reading, or gossiping. As we entered, the madam clapped her hands and the books and cards were laid down, the video shut off, and the girls lined up. As they were lining up, the madam.