Both Sara and Amy frowned."I want you to consider taking a job with us."We will pay you about 2 million a year, a significantly less than whatyou have...made in this past year. However we will give you access to anumber of our girls that are agreeable." Why me?" You have taken the possibilities of what our girls can do to a wholenew direction. This is virgin... Ahem... This is new territory for us,but not for you. You get to be in charge of their training programs,and you will receive. People kept advising me to take a break and clear my mind, do some self-meditation. So I tried, but...I don’t think it’s working. When I closed my eyes, they said that I have to relax and stop thinking and stuff like that but honestly the moment I sit down, I want to stand up and hit the training dummy again.”Alphinaud wasn’t surprised. The thought of his sister trying to do any form of self-meditation was laughable. She was always a ‘doer’. She needs a goal and some kind of affirmation that. Now all I needed to do was to teach him English, formally adopt a Syrian refugee in Kurdistan, get him an American passport, and move home again, with Hillary Clinton on the warpath and looking for my head. Piece of cake!On a somewhat more amusing note, this ended any chance for a romantic reunion frolic with my wife. That was more a dream these days than reality. While I didn’t need Viagra yet, I was reminded of the old joke - Once a king, always a king, but once a knight is enough. At. That said…) Yep, this is it, Melanie thought. I've really had it with her. Her nineteen-year-old roommate, Cassie, lay sprawled on her bed, still wearingthe short leather skirt and belly-baring bustier she'd been wearing the nightbefore. One of her firm breasts was almost outside the low-cut bustier, thenipple barely concealed. Her long strawberry-blonde hair desperately neededto be washed and combed; her mascara and lipstick were smeared. She smelt ofboth liquor and sex. Melanie shook her.