I was between girlfriends, which was my usual condition. You can only do two things late at night—make love or play poker. Most…no I have to be ho...est…all of my past girlfriends had failed to realize the purity of my quest for statistical perfection as it related to poker playing. They somehow had elevated the ‘cheap physical stuff’ one does with the opposite sex at night to a pedestal much higher than my intellectual investment in poker playing. I suggested many times that we do the ‘cheap. Unsure of what was happening to my vision, I strained my eyes as if I weretrying to clear a gnat that landed on my cornea. I blinked several timesbefore my vision changed from reds and yellows to shades of purple. Thesky in front of me was black with a thin band of purple haze, with an eventhinner band of white in the middle.Was it possible? Oh man was she right! "What a gift, what a gift" Itried to yell in excitement, but could only hear the vibrations in mythroat and they rippled through. One floor up and two doors down, a petite girl from France kneels on the floor in the nude as a fully-dressed officer from Japan ties her hands and feet with soft, white rope.Across the hall, CCL’s cleaning girl tries so hard to work like she’s supposed to. She’s a little chubby, and she always wears black jeans and black hoodies. Her hair is dyed blue, and she has a nose ring… but she’s good at her job, and good at putting up with dumb lesbians that like to tease her like Kylie, a freshman. " What?" Confusion filled Steve's mind. "You want me to work for you?" Sort of." The grin on the landlord's face seemingly grew cruel. "I'm a man of certain appetites, Mr. Burnside. My taste's run deep and varied." Ok?" Steve said looking for any sign of hope on the large man's face. "What do I have to do?" Mr. Burnside, I have an itch that I haven't scratched in quite sometime, and I'm hoping that you could scratch that itch for me." You want me to scratch your back?" A chuckle passed the.