Amy had ridden back, with Josh's arm around her, but it was a different Amy, a little more distant. It was a different Danny, a different Marsha -- an... a different Josh, as well, he realized."God, it would have been so easy," he said to himself over the roar of the Rock's diesel, so softly that only he could hear his words in his mind. For the thousandth time, he went over his decision in his mind. Half the time, he knew he'd done the right thing, and half the time, he kicked himself for. Representatives from exclusive clubs around the world were negotiating replacements for their existing line-up: experienced employees who either wanted to retire from the business, move into management or find new horizons in different climes. Mr. Wong escorted three Oriental dolls wishing new scenery. Koko and Kiki were lithe, modest breasted but energetic as they bounced around in their teeny bikinis. The third Asian girl, Kimi, had a darker complexion and was short and well figured in chest. She passed by her Mum’s dressing table and an invitation caught her eye. It had her name at the top and she quickly realised it was for a surprise party, for her. Today. Here. Nina was flummoxed as she went over to the wall put her hands on her head and pressed her nose against the wall, and waited, thinking about the invitation. What was it for? Moments later her Mum came in to the room and went straight to the spanking chair. “Come here,” Mum commanded. Nina turned and walked over to her Mum. Boston Diminutive, before we even begin to think about Fat Phil, explain to me, in words that a simple hot dog vendor can understand, what in the name of that great horse parlor in the sky has gone wrong?”“To be precise, which we all try to do, nothing has gone wrong so far as our favorite filly, Springtime Sunset, is concerned because post time is not until 5:20 at the eighth race at Aqueduct.”“So, I should tell Fat Phil there is nothing to worry about on his large, if not monster, wager on.