It was an old Dutch colonial mansion converted into a bar and restaurant. It was early evening, around 6.00 - we were mixing between overlapping group... of friends and acquaintances. Just chatting and buying rounds of drinks and enjoying locally grown tobacco substitutes.Erica leaned over and kissed me in a slightly theatrical way, then whispered,“There’s a girl here who wants you to fuck her.”Erica and I had enjoyed a lot of sex together, often with other people. From time to time, Erica would. I was already keyed up and turned on, and I desperately wanted to be part of their connection, even if just for a night. We went upstairs to a semi-private room. The bed, in the center of the room, was enormous. I could see restraints peeking out from underneath, for those who might want to get kinky. The headboard was ornate and perfect for holding onto or being tied to. An attendant was on-hand to change sheets between play if things got too messy. And people could technically come and go if. . Big Pharma. Fine. Individual companies like Macklin. Fine. But somewhere out there was a Dixie Wexler. I just didn’t yet know who he was. Or she.What is so rare as a day in June? Well, I suppose the next day. And the day after ... never mind. Besides, it was night, around ten.I was June-swooning my way back home after a pleasant evening in Excelsior Springs. A resort town about half an hour north of KC. I had been arranging a surprise birthday party for Pilar. Sweet Fifteen. Sixteen will have. Honestly, I'd never taken anything seriously, but certain circumstances had forced me to make sure I was in the right position to get a good paying job.And what were these circumstances exactly? Well, for one, I wanted to get paid! But yeah, I'd say my parents disowning me for never putting enough effort into what I do, or some such junk, had a big role in my change.So, yeah, here I was. Sitting in my apartment waiting for my phone to ring. I'd been going to interviews the entire week, and.