By the way..." Kim," she lied. "My name's Kim." Darius had said nothing about having to use her real name."Well, Kim, you do know that to earn the fif...y bucks, you'll have to more than just strip. You'll have to give them a little something extra."She couldn't look him in the eye."Yes, I know," she replied, almost inaudibly.As she entered the so-called dressing room, seventeen sets of eyes were cast her way. The other women ranged in age from a scrawny teenager who Mioki swore couldn't have. " Thank you Kim," she replied, dropping her bookbag to the floor and spinning around. "I wore this just for you." You did?" Kim replied. "So you want more do you?" Yes I do," she replied."Call me Mistress then." Yes Mistress," she responded, feigning a pout and batting her eyes."Tell me what you want little girl." I want you to tie me up, Mistress." Come over here and kneel in front of me," Kim said pointing to the floor in front of her.Sylvia quickly moved to kneel at Kim's feet. She. "At eighteen they are allowed to search for their biological parents, assuming the adoption was legal, and they are aware of their adoption." He shook his head sadly. "Unfortunately, forty years ago the adoptive laws were not only more lax than today but were often completely ignored." Would Hodge know he was adopted?" I asked."It would depend on the circumstances of his adoption, whether carried out legally, or by a family covering up the transgressions of a daughter, or indeed of a mother.". An ungrateful boring wife and two ungrateful kids were all that were waiting for me at home. ‘Oh well,’ I sighed, ‘let me go catch a quick smoke and I’ll come back and finish today’s stack of problems.” I stepped out the back door and lit a cigarette. As I stood there and smoked it, Tom, a guy from our newly formed marketing group, stepped out from the adjoining door. We greeted each other and exchanged small talk. I glanced through the door and what did I see, but the most stunning girl I had.