And all inall - gamblers, alcoholics, addicts of every kind, abusers and users,philanderers and fornicators, messed up childhoods and old ages rudeatt...tudes, the fanciful flights of suburbia and the sometimes messy livesthat played out under the glamour and color of the strip's wanton lights.Delusions, preclusions, denial and dancing percussion; myopia, phobia,obsession, transgression and vexation. Claudia had seen them all, in herbrief time, and in some many forms and shades too, as can be. "Bitch, I ain't gonna ask you no mo, give me some money!" Jim shouted at her.Melissa's crying became louder as he drug her around. "Please, I don't have anything, take the keys to my car." Fuck the car bitch!" Jim said."I should just fuck that pretty pink pussy of yours!" Jim screamed at her."Please don't do that, please don't!" Melissa begged.Apparently at this point, she had forgotten all about her rape fantasy and was worried that she was about to be killed. I felt bad and I nearly stopped. J&J was paying for all the motel costs for them. Sunday they were going by bus to the new J&J Virginia site for a tour and to help layout the yard since it essentially had to be done from scratch. Then the Bombardiers were going to pick them up at Dulles for the flight to PA at 4 PM. The morning run for the Bombardiers was the three stop return trip. Joni and Paula were going to get a lot of flight time in just three or four days.Friday afternoon I flew over to the convention center in one of. Some lip gloss, stick on blood red false nails, my long blonde wig and I was ready. I looked in the mirror at the finished article. Looking back from the mirror was a complete cheap whore. The sort you would have found standing on a street corner in Soho a few years ago, asking the passing men if they “wanted any business” whilst flashing her stocking tops and cleavage at them. A true £10 street hooker. I felt so good. Caroline looked at me approvingly and laughed. “Oh yes you slag. That’s.