”“I probably won’t find such a convenient job, but I will try.”May then fell silent, and selecting her words well, she said.“Was it you who ...eft the card at my house yesterday?”Lucas gave an enigmatic smile, and then explained his intentions.“Well, I was curious about what happened after I left yesterday. After all, it seemed very serious. I broke into your apartment from the balcony, apologies beforehand, and listened to the conversation.”“After listening, I thought it wouldn’t be bad to help. Next to the small Pullman kitchen.A floor lamp I recognized from West Elm provided the only light, but it was plenty. Rowley’s blue drapes were drawn closed on the three windows facing 18th Street.The bed was tucked behind a seven-panel wooden Japanese screen. Warriors and Mt. Fuji and geishas and kimonos and swords. The art work was laminated on, not hand-painted. Worth maybe twelve, fourteen hundred. Probably more in New York.The furnishings looked familiar — a couch and chairs similar to the. My Mom then put her hand on my forehead. "You don't feel hot. I knowwhat will make you feel better. Go take a quick shower. You don't wantto be late to school." My Mom said.I then headed into the bath room. I was so confused. What is going onhere? Why is my Mom treating me like her daughter? She must have losther mind but I am not complaining I thought as I turned on the water. Ithen took off my white nightie that was very girly and stepped into theshower.This should wake me up. This is a dream. ”“And what have you done with a man’s penis today?”“I have sucked two today Sir.”“But that is all?“No sir, I had to lick Raymond’s ass”“That’s good, I like a little whore to lick my ass. Do you want to lick my ass Patti?”“No Sir.”“But you will do anything I tell you, want you Whore?”“Yes Sir”He reached in his jacket pocket and handed Jackson an envelope. “Do you want us to handle the camera or just turn it on for you?’“I want you to do it and make sure my face is never shown, ok?“Yes Sir” and.