“She sure does,” I confirmed.“Is she always that vocal?”“She vocal, but she never got that vocal before,” I laughed. “She was really wil....” I paused, then asked, “How about Marybeth? Is she wild?”“You heard her stories,” he replied, grinning, “and you’ll find out for yourself soon.” He paused. “Sometimes I’m surprised at how adventurous she gets.”“I hear that,” I said. Silence, then Mike asked, “You like the shaved feel?”“Fucking fabulous,” I said. “Her pussy felt great.”“What about you? Your. She stepped forward and and bent over the desk, her breasts pressed onto the worn leather desktop. "Good girl," the headmaster encouraged. "If you be so good as to open up. I must compliment you Miss Fellows on your willingness to learn, your future at this school looks much brighter." Jane closed her eyes and with both hands reached back and carefully ran her hands across her bottom, she felt the marks of the cane before she reluctantly yet obediently pulled herself apart. The Headmaster. Me, I’m cool-adjacent. Not quite the cookie I’d like to be.I look for little Brandisha Jefferson every day. But I also have a full caseload of insurance investigations, a revenge-porn fire to put out.Still, I work my pro bono case every bit as hard as the paying jobs. I make another colorful tour of PimpLand -- Harold, Ramone, others. I hope I don’t wear out my welcome.Finally, I can admit to being one of the founding members of the Unicorn Club. No, not that Silicon Valley, $1 billion kind of. Faith watched Dawn's eyes open, and the two women melded into the kind of dance floor clinch that makes everyone else get out of the way. Faith had been in more than one of those clinches.She set the empty glass back on the bar and pushed herself off it. She'd look the k*d up tomorrow, sometime well after noon, and pretend she'd just hit town. Best for everyone that way.The crowd had a mind of its own and other ideas. Another violent heave tossed her into Dawn's clearing just as the velvet.