" She started up again. "Now, it's your turn."Ball day at seven, Deirdre's salon was a madhouse. Everyone was crazy. No, they wanted it a little diffe...ent. Her six o'clock was late and was pushing her into Sheila's time. Then, Deirdre said, "If you're on time, you get fixed up, if you're not, wait, or you're on your own." As the only woman in a high-fashion shop, she had to contend with constant catfights among the male stylists. "Shit. That's life."The receptionist said her seven was here.. He thought he could hear Robin typingon her keyboard in the next cubicle. The timing seemed to be safeenough. He opened the spreadsheet on his desktop where he kept hisprogress toward the bet and quickly found today's date. Twenty-ninedays to go! Seeing the number finally reach less than thirty seemedlike a major milestone and made the amount of time left seem even less.He would win this bet! He still had no doubt!He moved up a row to yesterday's date and filled in his best time thathe. She didn’t doubt he’d been with his share of young girls, but the way he’d looked at her made Laynie feel like she was in her own special category of seductiveness.When she was about to leave that night, Miles refused to let her have her jacket until she gave him her number. She desperately wanted to, finding him to be incredibly hot, and even though he was in a biker's gang, really sweet. Though she doubted highly that they wanted the same things. She wanted and needed a man who was going to. I am sure that I am missed and I will be lucky if I don't get fired for this!" she said. "Well you let me take care of that. You won't be fired my little slut. But you will be required to come by again for another round of fun before we leave the day after tomorrow. So tomorrow on your rounds, be prepared for a little extra "cleaning" in this room!" he said with a wink. "Yes, Master. I look forward to it," she said smiling. "And here, I want you to take this. I am not paying for sex, that would.