"DAMN IT RYOKO!" Ayeka cried over clenched fists. "They were having sex!!"Ryoko blinked again, mainly due to just not being used to hearing Ayeka swea..., even mildly. But then as the statement finally began to sink in her face clouded over."Son of a bitch." She finally mouthed. Now her brain was really whirling."That's impossible!" She hissed. "He, he'd never!" I know what I saw!" Ayeka sniffed quietly seem more under control, Almost as if the admission had cleared her mind. "They were at the. But I’m sure you’re tired of reading my life story and the history of the world. I know what you want. You want to hear exactly how good I have it. Exactly who each maid is that’s serving me. And exactly what we get up to behind closed doors.Well, I’ll tell you that and more.Let me start with my favorite maid.***Jack Drebber awakens to the feeling of two plush mounds engulfing his face, only a small and thin cloth bra separating him from the direct touch of two erect nipples. The warm weight. Joe sulkily walked back to the van, normally he would have told the guard where to get off, but years of scrapping left Joe, with no doubt, this was one guy to leave well alone. Struggling along the path Joe dragged the suit to the guardroom and dumped it exhausted into the entrance."Train do we laddie" Mocked the guard "Still it's you're a lucky boy today, we've got a pick for you as well if you want?" the guard asked.Always on the tout for business Joe puffed a reply." Yeah, sure, so I get to. I needed a head start, but I didn't have my bus schedule. No matter - I had worked for over thirty years in lower Manhattan until relocating to an office in Midtown. Today, I would skip my usual bus into Midtown and take the PATH train into the World Trade Center where I had worked for years and knew the transfer trains to midtown by heart. (Those same transfer trains were also the way to Yankee Stadium and Shea Stadium.)Had I not started early, my normal schedule would have had my train arrive.