I entered the place; all pitched black and could barely see my hand in front of my face. I locked the door and turned on the lights where I noticed so...e clothes on the carpeted floor that didn't belong to me. I also realized I wasn't alone. "Welcome home", she said, seductively.Mrs. Tate or Sandy as she prefers laid on the couch wearing nothing except for my long leather jacket. Despite her age she looked pretty hot in that jacket. Her right shoulder sticking out, one smooth, shaven leg on top. His almond-shaped eyes were a shiningpink, and aside from his mouth they were the only facial features hehad. He lacked a nose, ears, anything. A pale grey mist clouded aroundthe back and side of his head, resembling hair.The final confirmation that this was actually happening and wasn't somesort of stress-hallucination was the familiar black and white symbol saton this alien's chest, just above his... er... bust."What... the... heck!?"Ben's hands flew to his mouth at hearing his new feminine. I scared the hell out of her when I walked in the bedroom as she was getting dressed.”I thought you weren’t going to be home until tomorrow”I said sitting down on the unmade bed. She had the deer in the headlight look as she quickly told me she made a mistake.”My appointment is next week , I screwed up” she said as she pulled her shirt down over her breasts.She walked out of the room saying she had to use the bathroom ,I looked and noticed a wet spot on the bed. Right , she was lying , then I. It may be so farfetched, that it may work."Daisy, does Milo slap all the dancers asses like that?" Yeah, why? He got a player's mindset." Had a feeling he did. If there's one thing I remember about him... he loves money and women. How would you like it if we and perhaps a few partners owned this place? Treat the girls like they're supposed to be treated. Hire more bartenders. Hell, get Lance more help," I said."All that sounds good, but money..." This is where you come in, my dear. You're his.