Life under the new régime was not dull, although I found myself increasingly and sometimes uncomfortably close to the front lines of trouble. There h...dn't been a true gang war in Vegas for decades, but the new boss, Wes, seemed determined to start one. He gobbled up a few minor fringe players right from the start on day one and then took out the head of another mid-level operation and started to sweep up some the pieces a few days later. Wes had apparently wanted to make a few big public. He was in a hospital room, his right leg hanging from a contraption rigged at the foot of the bed. The room was dim, but he could see sunlight pouring in through the cracks in the verticals over the large window to his right. He had a dull ache in his head and it hurt a little to breathe. What the hell happened to him? He turned his head and frowned in further confusion. Pop Tart. She was sitting in a plush armchair near the bed to his left, asleep. Honey blond hair was pinned behind her. . Relax, she didn'trecognize you.' 'How do you know? I think she did. She gave me these funnylooks, while I was serving the food.' 'Hmm, perhaps. But she hasn't said anything and certainly won'tto her father. In case you hadn't noticed they don't really likeeach other much.' Sandra turned to go. 'And if that's all,please go and get on with the dishes.' Jon glowered but said nothing. He was trapped and he knew it. 'Oh and one more thing,' said Sandra stiffly as she stood at thedoor. 'Try to. I said, “Carla, I’ll see you inside, ok?” Carla didn’t miss a beat and said, “Ok, Rebecca, I’m just gonna see if anything arises out of this,” winking twice to emphasize her pun. I walked out and headed back into the lobby and saw a large older dominatrix and her manservant and she winked at me. I politely smiled and acknowledged my place as submissive to her. I also saw a good looking couple looking at the toy section look up at me. She smiled and he had a blank expression. Another.