"Sam became motionless as Meadow worked her fingers into the side of her neck, and I heard Kevin announce, "While you do that, I need to take a pee."I... was apparent Sam was enjoying Meadow's massage because her eyes closed and her lips parted.Kevin was already gone when I noticed Meadow's hands move down to Sam's shoulders and say, "Does that feel good?" Mmmm. Yes, it does," Sam sighed with her eyes still closed.I became fixated as Meadow worked for her hands down Sam's arms and didn't realize. But you're right. That little cow is really in for it. And you know why." "Yes, Because you fancy her yourself, you bitch!" "OK! That's the end of your short-lived commission, Private Moroni! I'll teach you to be insubordinate to me!" "Fuck you!" Angela had not expected this and she was taken very severely aback. "Right, Francesca. I need you and you know it. Just let me flog Brown and I'll forget your insolence." "Fuck you. I love her, Flog us both or flog neither of us!" "OK, Francesca. You. "So we make $700 every night? That's pretty good money."Georgia smiled. "No, we use the $700, plus the original investment, plus whatever we make at the club, and every night we have more to invest. It compounds pretty quickly." Georgia glanced at the clock as she signed off the Internet. "Let's get going. We've got to be at the club in a little bit."A few months later...Behind the lavish mansion, Georgia and Trixie floated lazily in the pool, drinks in their hands. Trixie glanced at Georgia.. She wore a white business suit with a silk shell underneath. The white high heels were four inches so they could be eye-to-eye when the pastor pronounced them man and wife. Neither had told Reverend Waters that they married years ago in Las Vegas. The couple wanted to do this for his parents. Brie was the maid-of-honor and looked just as lovely as the bride. Her boyfriend Arthur (Art) Rubenstein was Josh's best man. He wanted Dwayne to do it but he wrote to say they were in their most critical.