UH.”Randy chuckled, “Good huh? I knew you were going to like it.” I looked up at him completely overwhelmed, “Just fuck me.” That made his s...op and give me a stern glare, “You asked for it. Roll over!” I was groggy and wondering what he had said when he pulled out and forcefully turned me over. I was limp and struggled to keep my bearings. What is he doing? For some reason I felt the need to get loose from his grip. But I was delirious and before I could regain my coordination he grabbed my leg. “Junior’s getting romantic these days,” she thought to herself, and then rolled her eyes when she realized the silliness of it.She knew Junior was paying no attention. She knew that his morning-after view of her changed from moonlight lover to a delivery to be made.It wasn’t long ago that (rain, shine, drought or snow) he would drop her off at the railroad tracks about a hundred yards from her aunt’s house, leaving it to her to walk the remaining distance. He said that it was because her. The solid gold baseboards settled that score right out of the gate. DFM was the world's most profitable investment bank and they certainly knew how to flaunt it. The walls were covered in silk-thin, platinum wallpaper. A diamond-studded display case showed pictures of Yves-Marchant shaking hands with various dignitaries, foreign and domestic. Here he was with Emperor Arash of Persia. And there he was with President Hernandez of California. The place just dripped money. The whole thing was. However he was cautious, only signing it “Alex”, not writing his last name just so no one could trace him through any act of carelessness by either girl.“Do you have any idea who I am?” Alex asked the other girl, a young brunette with dark eyes and an equally pretty smile. She had shoulder length straight hair and wore a blue sundress. Her friend wore a red plaid dress that matched her hair.“No, but we can tell you’re important. We’ve never felt more certain about it, despite not recognizing.