"She doesn't want me here," Cindy said when Molly left. I got out of bed and took her hand to show that I wanted her to remain."Oh, no you don't. You ...oke me in the middle of the night for nothing and that's what you get now, nothing," she said, feigning annoyance with me. She tried to stop me when I began to unbuttoned her shirt."Sammy, we can't." Shower," I mumbled, sounding like 'our.'She considered my suggestion. "I suppose it would be a good idea to wash off the smell of sex."I proceeded. Well, long story short, she kept my money. I blew it off, thinking it was worth not having her in my life.When I recently sold my salon, the bank never sent me the money. Although I actually owned it outright, her name had been on the originally deed. So when the sale went down the bank somehow screwed up and gave her the money. I called her to inquire about it and she went off that I had never paid her back and she had already spent the money as she had fallen on hard times. She told me that. In hushed whispers she swore Juliette to secrecy and explained her plan of escape.Tracy said it all depended on her being transferred to the Saloon. It was, she said, just a question of time before she was moved out of the club and made available to the more numerous, younger, and rougher clientele of the Saloon. Transfer of flesh from the Country Club to the Saloon was usual, said Tracy, as new talent replaced the longer serving pleasure slaves in the Country Club. Jenny, the mother of the. It wasn’t long before the door opened and a burly man appeared to answer the late night visitor.“Good evening Burt, excuse me for knocking on your door at this ungodly hour, but it’s getting dark and I saw your window shutters aren’t bolted shut. We wouldn’t want little Jenny get caught tonight, would we?”“No, we don’t, we don’t want that to happen. I’ll close them right away, thank you sir.” The smith muttered.“How’s junior doing, is he shooting yet?”“I wish, but sadly no, he’s not shooting.