. Thanks...” Megan replied with a gasp, taking the offered seat. The woman’s Doberman and I gave each other wary looks, exchanging tentative sniff... in a tense standoff. Combat averted, we both sat down to enjoy the goings-on around us.The Doberman turned his gaze towards Megan, his eyes travelling up her smooth, tanned legs. “So... you hittin’ it?” he inquired.“Excuse me?” I replied in confusion. He gave a nod of his furry head toward Megan. “You tappin’ that? You know, playing bury the doggy. Nothing much grows on this planet. Women are more fortunate, they invariably get shagged to death in the end; no matter how old or decrepit they become, there is always some man who wants one of their holes."Here you will live better, and more protected lives than any of those options. The men will have little money, but some privileges. The women will be shagged up to four times a day, six days out of seven, but nobody except me can order them to be punished, or beat them up severely, or kill. ‘What is it mom?’ she asked noticing the same look on her dad’s face. ‘Sweetie your father’s company has been in….. a little trouble to say the least’ her mother started but stopped as sobs racked her body. ‘mom what is it’ she said getting scared ‘Alexis what your mom is trying to say is that the company has been involved in some bad dealings and went bankrupt’ her dad said. ‘Okay so that means what? That we’re broke?’ she asked in shock ‘well not exactly. You see Tomas St. James is kind of. ” “No I didn’t, I wasn’t even here last night.” “Yeah you were.” “No I wasn’t, I was at Mary’s giving her the ride of her life. Man, you should hear her squeal when I . . .” “Rob!” “What, Holly?” “Please! I don’t want to know what you did to Mary.” “I wasn’t talking to you, so . . .” “I don’t really care. Take it elsewhere, alright?” “Only if you tell me what you did with the beer.” “Why would I do anything with your beer?” “Well, we know you covet our little front room fridge, so surely you.