Maybe you should put on another one of my dresses, sister.''Shut up Anna. I'm not actually. Becky says that older boys wear their hair in ponytails al... the time. I am just being fash... fashion... neble.''You still look like a girl to me.' Anna said not being swayed.Alan finished getting changed and ran downstairs for breakfast. Mary saw him next and said how cute he looked in his ponytail. She hoped that his friends would like it too. He doubted it very much, but knew he would find out soon. More than one female asked Vanessa and me, “When do we get some sexy waiters?”Fair enough. We don’t want to have a Ladies Night up in The Club, but showing some male flesh might not be a bad plan. And the boys were certainly game — we’d winnowed out the prudes. The Ladies Night strippers were used to, comfortable with, getting felt up. Through the thong, sometimes inside it.So maybe we’ll rotate a few boys upstairs. Maybe.After the Lady in Red — Alice Rancher — discovery, Vanessa went on full. Working methodically through the list, it took him three days before he knocked on the apartment door of Mr Harold Brown. Steve introduced himself at the door and explained that he was working for Tony Leonardo.Harold let Steve into his apartment with trepidation; he'd never met Steve Marshall before, but he knew his reputation. He offered him a drink and they both sat down and lit cigarettes and sipped at their beers."So how's business?" Steve smiled at Harold; the sort of smile a crocodile. The man stood and said something to his wife who was still busily trying to keep her child occupied. The man seemed to look around for a moment before making his way to the bar. Damien swallowed and looked at his stained apron, feeling awfully inadequate. The man leaned on the bar once again, his tongue quickly flickering over his lips. "That steak was delicious," the last word seemed to linger on his mouth before he finished the sound. "Can you show me where the restrooms are?" the man asked,.