Standing up straight beside the bed she began to sip. “Well, what are you standing there for, Slave? You’re supposed to be keeping me company in b...d.”With her eyes sparkling, Karla replied, “But I can’t, Mistress. After all, I’m fully dressed, and I certainly can’t get in bed with you with all my clothes on.” Again she was wearing her “uniform” of starched cuffs held with onyx cuff links and a wing collar with a beautifully tied bow tie.“Oh,” Barb said morosely but with her eyes twinkling. Then. I dimly heard Adele's friend-of-a-friendsuggesting that I go to the bar and get us some refreshments. He toldme what to order for everybody and that if I pointed to our table andmentioned his name, the drinks would be covered. It would have beenawkward to refuse or even question anything, so I started back acrossthe room, my head spinning. I was given the three glasses on a roundtray, with the bartender, a svelte Asian TV, fluttering her long,obviously artificial eyelashes at me.When I got. And the south side is bad news. We only went down there to buy weed, and even then only if we couldn't find it anywhere else. Ty lived on the north side now, ever since his hot ass M-I-L-F of a mom married some rich guy and moved them all up. He had all the best shit now, shoes, clothes, electronics (of course), but Ty was still ghetto as fuck. He even did steroids, we all knew about it. He was built like a super-hero, scratch that, a super-villain. If Mark was a guerrilla, then Ty was King. ’ The man laughed. It was a light, condescending sort of sound. Vincent was reminded of the chuckles of the men in the pool hall when a hustler finally hooked an unsuspecting player. Turning to his companion, he motioned to the door with a nod of his head. ‘Open it,’ he said. The other man stepped in as the first moved back, and laid one hand upon the metal lattice work between him and the door. In a rough, gravelly voice he murmured, ‘Not too bad.’ He slipped the hand through a space and.