Wongs for a few minutes. Your grandmother is getting her hair done, and I need you to run the store. Can you do that? Yes, Lynn said. Good, Ill be bac... soon! The elderly gray-haired man said, walking from the store and out to the street. Lynn sat on a stool behind the counter the cash-register sat on, reading a magazine that she had left under the counter for such an occasion. Lynn! A boys voice sounded from across the counter. What? Oh, hey, Drew, Lynn replied, not looking up from her. The money from her new book contract wouldn’t come in until later in the week. She couldn’t afford a night out in Manhattan between contracts, but she was determined to go anyway. Her E- Z Pass would cover the tunnel toll, and her credit card would pay for parking and a hotel room. She wasn’t about to drive back to New Jersey all tipsy. She reserved a room at the St. Mark’s hotel and hoped the night would end uneventfully.She knew Claude would be at the party, but she didn’t know just yet if. Chloe considered as she tasted my semen. "It's a little more salty than I thought but it's OK."I shook my head. I had to regain control. I couldn't believe these callow young women had put my career and my relationship at risk for nothing more than to get back at my fiancée for giving them a detention. I stood up."I can't believe what you just did, Brigitte! It was so irresponsible!" I shouted. "Get your clothes back on now before anyone sees!"Brigitte sulked at me saucily and stood up. "Oh. Gary went to his hidey-hole. It was getting late, and he couldn't sweepagain without disturbing the paint. It would be dry enough in themorning, he hoped. He sat in his hole, and took out the meal. To him, itwas a feast: a double order of open-faced beef sandwich, with the gravystill hot. There was a coffee there, but he drained that into thestream. He only could drink water. There were mashed potatoes, and mixedvegetables, also in double portions. He saved the two rolls, smaller andnot as good.