“Your girlfriend. He asked me, and I quote, if you were still seeing ‘that nigger bitch’. I asked him if his momma was still whoring, and, for s...me reason, at that point the conversation ended.” Athos grinned. “Not talking to that dingleberry will not bother me at all.”I turned to my partner, and shrugged. Doug ventured, “Guess he doesn’t like black folks much, eh?”“I wonder if that might prove to be some kind of handicap, in a city with a black mayor, black city council, and mostly black. #*...*#SIX YEARS! I mean, how stupid are you?#I could hear echoes of my father's voice there and I could feel thedisappointment he must feel in me. He'd never said it, but he must havefelt it...~You were very good to come back and get what you did after whathappened...~ The other voice again, like silk, quietly speaking into myear this time. I felt a presence with me, warm and close andunderstanding and I could swear the void just smiled at me somehow.*I'm doing the best I can with what I have.. The motel was pretty run down, and the clientel was just as bad. Inside the lobby, behind the front desk was, what looked like to any average person, a doll collection. But clients understood the dolls true meaning. Each doll represented one girl. The dolls that stood upright were the available girls, to which clients could choose, and then be given the key to the room the girl was in. The dolls that were laying down were the girls that were currently busy with other clients. Rich walked Angel. "Mind the shop please Shelly," Miss Cathcart requested and she led Jayne through to the back room. "Actually Shelly didn't fill the membership forms in properly," she said, "Will you come up to the office please, its just through here." Oh no, no way," Jayne protested but Miss Cathcart had opened the door to the 'Club,' and then immediately opened another door to the right leading to a set of stairs leading upwards."It's up here," Miss Cathcart explained, "It's Victorian I think, a bit of a.