"I think we have 12. We have 75 give or take on our roster. Most of them work regular jobs and do this on the side. Men don't get paid near as much as...women and I'm very picky about whom we shoot. I only want great looking guys with flat or six-pack abs. They will probably do two scenes a day and not many guys can keep it up that long without help from Viagra. Like the girls, they get tested every two weeks for STDs."Pam asked, "How to you select men for the roster? Do they have to pass any. You thought that by withholding sex until we wed, you'd control me, but I got the last laugh, because I fucked all of your female friends, without exception, that's right, and I selected your sex partners, not you! They were all a set up. It was a trap- the whole marriage was a trap, and you, despite your ruthlessness, fell into it.You see, my wife, I am a professional soldier of fortune- a mercenary. I have friends and colleagues in my line of work, and they include all of your so-called. No one ever called me handsome except for my mom. I guess she was just trying to get me to relax or something. “Let’s see if you can straighten it.” She supported my leg as I extended it. “Does this hurt?” She prodded below my knee, and I shook my head. “How about here?” She pressed just above my knee. “A little.” “Hmm...this could be serious.” She moved around to the opposite side of the examination table. “I’m going to check for any muscle damage.” She wrapped her hands around the lower part. "Thanks," I stepped in and followed her upstairs. "Desma, Riki is here." called Kesha as we ascended the last few steps. Desma exited her room, delighted to see me. "There you are. Do you realize how late it is?" "Hey now, I was exhausted. Last night was...," I let the sentence dangle not having words to describe it. "Any rate, I'm just here for my clothes." "Your clothes?" both Desma and Kesha said raising an eye brow. "You think after last night you can just come over, grab your clothes and.