“That’s where I got turned Queen. You want a blow job, honey?” I asked him. He looked around. “Where?” he said.“We can go in a booth,” I...said. “Or I can do it right here in the corridor.” He shook his head nervously. “Nah,” he said. “It ain’t worth getting busted over.”After he left another guy began circling the stroll. From the way he was looking at me I had a feeling he wanted some. I was just about to ask him, when he stepped into the booth next door. I ran over to the hole and I could see. "Is everything okay in there?" Bryant asked."It looks great!" Chuck enthused. "You even mopped the floor and cleaned the grill." I've been down here while you get thing set up for the next day," Bryant said. He handed over the deposit slip that he'd carried upstairs the night before."B'damn, boyo," Chuck said. "You had a $5,000 night! I've only had two of those in all the years I've been here. I saw the tip money in the safe. That's yours. The barmaids take seventy-five percent of their tips. “Actually, I’m in the first group. I’m still a virgin,” I hesitatingly admitted to Mark.“That’s tragic Sis,” he replied.“Actually,” I continued, “I had thought recently about asking you if you knew anybody who might be willing to take me to bed, because I’m really past the stage when some guy should have taken my virginity.”“Well, I immediately know of two people who would love to get into your pants,” Mark volunteered. “And they would be especially keen if they realised they would be popping. They were always fun. They were all laughing and wondering what was going on with all the folks standing around. She didn’t know my truck so my whereabouts were not known to her. Linda walked out and Siza beamed smiling, leaped from the car and they hugged like the oldest of friends. She introduced Linda to her family as her hapa haole sister.Siza was just chattering, talking, catching up as Linda pointed into the background toward me. Siza’s composure changed immediately. She got a serious.