"A lot of red hair and big tits, maybe?" She smirked."Deana!" "Is it true what they say about redheads?" She took off ahead of his swing."Jeez! Will y...u—" Sorry. I saw you talking to Darlene and—" Talking to her?" He pressed the unlock button on his keypad and a blue Monte Carlo chirped. "That girl doesn't know how to talk. I'm just trying to be friendly with her, and—"“Friendly," Deana said. “You mean get laid?” She pulled at the bun on top of her head and silky black hair cascaded down her. Her eyes were still painfully puffy as she entered the manor the next day.She didn't have to wait long till Mabel made herself be heard. "I amdisappointed Kristine. No manly man with you. All you bring me is anotherSissy. This time yourself."The giggling ghost appeared close to Kristine. Now she didn't feel likecrying anymore. No. Her blood was boiling. If she could she would stranglethat stupid bitch. "No. More. Men. Ever!" Kristine pressed out through herteeth."What do you mean no more men?. They weren't dressed any different than other Italian women in the late seventies. Most were in their twenties not older than early thirties. I always tried to get a down blouse shot of any one of the girl. The sailor customers would bargain with the girls and once a price and services provided was agreed upon, the two would go out and over to one of the other one bedroom first floor rooms after paying the "Madam".I watched Maria go out with two different sailors and I waited sipping on a beer. We began by discussing the good works his organization engaged in and eventually got around to the help that I might be able to provide."Mr. Maxwell", I began, "I am impressed with the help your charity provides to former slaves and believe I might be able to make a contribution of $100,000." I can't tell you how much such a contribution will mean to our organization", he replied. "There are so many projects that we have had to postpone indefinitely due to a shortage of funds. May I ask how.