We both grunted like animals, licking at each other's mouths and faces. Katie snorted in between grunting moans, trying to speak. Finally, she managed...to get out a series of disjointed words that announced she was coming. Her nails dug painfully into my back as she convulsed in spasms underneath me. She desperately fought to stifle her pleasure, holding her breath and sounding like she was trying to stop a sneeze. But finally the dam burst, and she overflowed with a primal, guttural scream. She. Is that it? And by the way, who is Daddy?" I owed Jackson a lot. No. I owed him just about everything and this sounded pretty easy. If I could pay anything toward that debt, I would do it in a heartbeat. If I could earn a buck or two, so much the better."You're not gonna like it." What am I not gonna like Jackson? Who daddy is or how little I'm going to get paid?" You're not gonna like who daddy is at all. You're especially not gonna like who his friends are" he said. I think he wanted me to. "How's that?" she asked breathlessly."Good... ah... very good," choked Ian. "Really good." Well there's more where that came from!" Julie announced."Fuck," shouted a man from the betting floor. "I was positive that the Adams bitch would bail," he said motioning toward the screen occupied by Ian and Julie. "Now she's after that guy like stink on shit."John Cord's amplified voice interrupted the man's angry display."Ladies and Gentlemen, all bets need to be down now for Portion 3. Isn't this. If you want me to pound something out, just let me know." Will do."I made a circuit of the compound and eventually caught up with Carmen Sanchez as she paced off her beat."How are you holding up, Ms. Sanchez?" I asked, after the formalities of the challenge/response had been completed."I'm not the best I've ever been, Mr. Thompson," she answered, "but I'll survive. Jorge wasn't much, but he was all I had. It's funny. Seems like we fought every time we were together, but I still miss the.