I was in the shower for about 20 minutes, just resting and thinking. “I have to hurry” I said, “ I don’t have much time.” I got out of the s...ower, but fell to the ground, I guess my legs just didn’t have much strength left. “Fuck!” I yelled. For surely, the loud bang would let Artie know I was done. And it did. I heard Artie coming towards the bathroom now and he opened the door to find me on my knees, which were weary from fucking. He chuckled and helped me up. “Okay let’s go I’ve gotta get. .. It’s okay,” Joey said shyly.“Look Joey. Second rule for living here. When a woman tells you to take off your clothes, you do it. Now, off with your shirt. I need to check you for more rashes.”Joey resignedly removed his shirt, and Annie turned him around, exploring his torso. Tricia came with the cream and saw the rash. “Oh, my! What is that?”“Irritant contact dermatitis,” Annie answered, taking the cream. “Sometimes known as diaper rash.”“Diaper rash?” Joey asked embarrassedly.“In your case. M. Mostly, on Wednesdays and Sundays he was home by two a.m., but Thursday, Friday, and Saturday evenings the club pumped, and he only got home at four-thirty in the morning. Three days a week Force manically exercised at a gym as his marines days had taught him, to stay in shape. He also hated cooking and always went to a local diner for lunch. At night, there was always food at the club, and so his evening meals were taken care of. Force had a very healthy libido and loved fucking. There. She pulled a transparent golden shawl about her shoulders, pirouetted and smiled and me and then hurried off without a word, clamping gold bracelets to her thin wrists and sliding her feet into golden slippers. The maid hung up the discarded clothes and ignored me steadily. I wondered where she had been hiding."Good master is she?" I asked, having resumed my comfortable seat."I'm free," the black woman said. "Ain' got no massa nowadays, mistress neither." Sorry," I said quickly."She fair, that.