‘Now that you’re here, how long you think it’ll take?’ inquired my host as he dug through the bar’s cupboards for a fresh bamboo umbrella fo... his drink. ‘Oh, just a few months, once I get back, ‘ I answered, sure that the publishers would be certain to rush this story. ‘Once you get back,’ he repeated in that voice straight out of New York, though I’ve never spent enough time there to really be sure what part of New York. Kind of thick, like oatmeal. Anyway. ‘It ain’t already goin’ down?’ ‘No,. Perfect. He was right where I wanted him. “Sorry, there was something in your hair,” I almost whisper, breaking the spell. I show him the white piece of lint I had plucked out from his hair. “I can help whoever’s next.” The cashier’s voice calls out, interrupting us, further breaking the little trance we were in. “Go with a white mocha.” I say, smiling at him, as he takes a step toward the cashier. I follow him to the next open cashier and put in my drink order. After paying, I stand next to. She did manage to turn over, slowly, gasping when she noticed a man sleeping in a very uncomfortable straight backed chair by the other side of her bed. Her eyes focused in the dim light and her heart kicked up a little healthier beat. He hadn’t changed all that much. The years had been very kind. His jet black hair was longer than she remembered but it suited him, curling over his collar. The straight patrician nose, the strong, squared jaw hadn’t changed, though there seemed to be a few. Dale wasnt at all shocked by the negative position their spoiled wives were taking, so he quickly responded, Well, since you would rather turn tricks than work, Ira did offer us the alternative of our not having to change a thing in the business, in exchange for us going back to having our regular sex parties, with you two taking over the job of servicing his sexual demands, however gross they might be. Dominique responded heatedly, So, now youre telling us that you are willing to pimp us out.