Ken was sleeping on his side in seconds and they both laughed as they looked at him. Kathy was now nervous... she didn't know how to say goodbye to Er...c. She eventually extended her hand and thanked him for his help. "Aw come on, friends don't shake, friends hug," said Eric. He wrapped his arms around her and held her close. His hands were on the small of her back with his fingertips just brushing the top of her ass. "You smell so good. That is a shame your husband got so drunk. A beautiful. Was there a difference? Was this a trick question? Gina decided that remaining a whore would probably mean being sent to awhorehouse, so best to be a slave perhaps." I like to be trained Master." She replied not really understanding what she was asking."What type of slave would you like for me to train you as?" Type Master? Whatever you think best Master?" Gina replied.She didn't know what the question meant but it seemed best to let. I really wanted to test those samples bad---real bad. I was hoping I wasn’t making a mistake, but you guessed it, I proposed.I should have had an inkling of what was to come, when mama-Lillian introduced me to her neighbor as Jahmes Smith. My name is Jack Smith. Where the hell did she get that Jahmes from? We kind of went head to head. I’m still Jack Smith, common as it may be, but a lot of people call me Jahmes. I guess that is the dignified way to pronounce Jack.Mama-Lillian didn’t want to. The white, rust spotted, ’88 Honda had proven itself over the last nine months since he’d found it in one of the countless second hand lots that line both sides of East Colfax. At seventeen hundred dollars, they’d wanted considerably more than bluebook, and what Joshua thought the car was worth. But the balding, salesman—bad tie and all—had emphatically assured him of the car’s soundness, pointing out that it was a Honda after all, practically worth its weight in gold. He would even sacrifice.