"Right? I mean, Literotica is cool and all, but this place is fuckin' dope. Hands down."If we had hands, I would agree with you. Well, I do agree with...you, but-"Yeah, yeah. We physically don't have hands. Quit reminding me."Since you're literally just Dialogue personified, I don't see how you could forget that fact."Oh, well sor-ry. Not all of us are uber-coherent Narrators."Coherent? Huh... I think that's the closest thing to a compliment that I've ever gotten from you."Oops, I misspoke. What. ‘Oh, yes, sorry,’ he said. ‘I nearly forgot. How much do we owe you?’With neither a pause nor a blush, Anna named a figure. Mr A opened his wallet and counted out the notes. When the door closed behind them, I collapsed on to the bed, Anna on top of me, pummelling my back with her fists and biting my shoulder to stifle her laughter. ‘You wicked bastard,’ she said. ‘You didn’t really enjoy that, did you? Not even a little bit. You were just using your ‘professional expertise,’ weren’t you?’‘What. I’ll try sharing them with you guys. Well, so this story has a really long backlog.The star of this story was spotted by me nearly 6 years back in my society. First time I saw her I did not get a good glimpse of her. But the next time I saw her I fell flat for her. I couldn’t believe my eyes. The only way I realized that she was a helper in the society was due to her shabby clothes and torn blouse.She was really pretty. So about this beautiful lady. Her name was Apsara (name changed). She. Whores, pimps, strong-arm punks. Crooks behind bars. Put together a kind of criminal cooperative.”“Okay.”“Next they wised up. Went up instead of down. Started bribing politicians, which they learned wasn’t that hard to do. Got a judge or two in their pocket.” He paused and groomed that gunfighter mustache with his short, stubby fingers.“Word got around and The EagleLeague, or people calling themselves that, spread out from Philadelphia. Headed south, some of them, but mostly west. More open,.