"Please arrive at 7:30 for 8 p.m. dinner with the owner," the email instructed. The owner was an ex cavalry major who still kept his title, Major Jame... Donahue. His wife Pauline shyly greeted them and introduced their two sons, Bruce and Jackson who were both in their late twenties. Sally and Gallie immediately took a shine to the handsome pair. Major James seemed pleasant enough but very forthright in his views, his wife on the other hand, only spoke when asked a question.The Boss whose name. Think about it, honey, AI will soon be creating code that codes.”I was back at Last Call. The bar can kind of grow on you. Of course, so can fungus.Dolly answered the landline, “Last Call, he isn’t here.” Click.Jittery Gerald Malden, jiggled his knee, squeezed his crotch, picked his nose, crossed and uncrossed his legs. Cracking his knuckles, he looked at me, “Quiet out there.”I smiled, “Too quiet?”“Huh?”The boys at the bar, hunched over, staring straight ahead, were probably discussing quantum. Where was this relationshipgoing? What other nasty surprises did she have planned? Should I leaveher? Well, I loved her so I didn't consider leaving her an option.Besides, she would probably call off the cage and the kinky sex gameswhen she tired of them. I didn't want to admit it to myself, but Iliked the cage and the facesitting just a little bit.Beep Beep Beep Beep Beep"Turn your alarm off!" Lesley shouted."Honey..." Oh that's right. You can't. Ha!"Lesley turned the alarm off and untied. " He tossed some cash on the bar for our tab and led me out to the foyer of the club. We walked toward the exit door, then Gibson glanced over his shoulder making sure the bouncer was looking the other way before detouring me into a dark room off the foyer. We were in the dark, empty restaurant that adjoins the club. There was just enough light from the kitchen in the back to make our way to a corner table without bumping into anything. Gibson turned a chair to face away from the table and took.