”“Hoffstatter is spreading more than the gospel.”“I know. Guns. And ammo.”Thomassa went for the veal chop. Large and luscious looking.Feelin... vegetarian-superior, I tucked into fried Brussels Sprouts, lemony ricotta grits, and herbed spaetzle. Should have gone with the chop.I said, name-dropping like crazy, “I’m also a part-time consultant with Matt Striker, who works for Constance Grayson. In DC.”She frowned, searching her memory banks for a connection, “Senator Wainwright?”“Yes. But I’m just. He asked me to strip. I did. I had to take his cock out of his pants and suck it…I felt like I would die if I didn’t. It was the only thing I could think of… Then we fucked.’ I was holding my chin in my hand, looking at my beautiful wife telling me of a tryst three days ago. ‘Oh… so then you fucked… whose idea was that?’ I asked. Alicia answered ‘It was mine. I played with myself while I sucked him and I needed him inside me to come. After he came in me he had me take a shower and then sent me. “No! The fucker is out to earn some cash as he blew £200 at the bookies!”Ruby was quite scary to me. She is a curvy woman with lots of tattoos and very loud, the type of girl who would have been a school bully and likely into S&M I reckoned. “Well.... the rent is due..... £450...... today!” I stammered out. She looked at me blankly for a moment, looked me up and down, then wondered off leaving the door ajar. I heard her open drawers and fumble about then she shouted. “Hang on Tony I’m looking. " You want my advice, Amber?" asked Dave."This outta be good," giggled Amber. "Advice from a computer nerd."Britney giggled, but took Dave's arm into hers and snuggled into his side."Show him your tits," said Dave with a huge grin. "That seems to work with most guys." You're terrible!" said Britney, pulling away from Dave and punching him lightly on the arm."I already did that," said Amber sheepishly.Dave stared at her in shock. Britney started giggling again."I was with him up on the topless.