.." You talk about it as if you were THERE!" Swaggy spoke up/"I was," the Lez Witch replied with her gentle smile. "Not that any of this matters, of c...urse. The point is that you Christians are getting above yourselves again. Thinking that you have the right to dictate to others how they should live... forgetting, in your Spiritual Pride, that your God has expressly commanded you NOT to judge others. Very well, time something was done about it. Prisoners at the bar, have you anything to say. "What should I wear?" Debbie asked me."Whatever you want, it's no big thing." I sort of waved my hand like it didn't matter."But I mean like a dress, or jeans?" Debbie had obviously never been to anything but some kid's birthday party, I thought.I just laughed at her. "Whatever you want. Seriously." Okay," Deb nodded, but she was worried about it. I guess I could understand that though. "What are you gonna wear?" Me?" I looked at her and I made a face. "I don't know. I didn't think about it. A prostitute. I have video evidence of the event”. He decided laying it all out was the best approach. He expected the shocked expressions and gasps. What he did not expect was the smiles and knowing look shared between the two women.“Ah!” Exclaimed Helen. “So you’re a pimp? A well dressed, good looking and well-spoken pimp, but a pimp all the same? You’ve come looking for money? Figured you’d blackmail a rich Senator with some honey trap sex tape?” The penny had dropped sharply for Helen. Now. I got carried away." Laura blinked and for a moment looked forlorn, sitting on the floor against the side of Anthony's chair and holding her head in her hands. "You were going to come home to Anthony and own up to the biggest secret I've ever heard, and I know he was ready to tell you what a heel he'd been ignoring you and working too hard." The words came rushing out so fast she had to stop for breath. "I completely messed it up because I wanted to impress you. I was so carried away with what.