Just then the DJ called for Pinky to dance on the main stage. She was about to wipe her face, but one of the gangstas stopped her. "Get up on stage an... do your set like that - do your 3 songs without cleaning up." Pinky knew that this would be SO humiliating, but, she was SO horny. "Ok, I'll do it," she laughed nervously. "But ima need sumpin', honey - you know - a little courage... please," she begged. The mayn smiled and put a hit of coke on the back of his hand and the bitch snorted it and. “Where is she?”“Chandra has been in the sitting room since Jacob left a while ago.”“Give us some time so that I can break the news.” Without waiting for a reply, I strode off to learn which room was the ‘sitting room’.Chandra knew I was home and was waiting for me, she didn’t look pleased. With my purloined chest, open beside the disgruntled woman, I sat in the armchair across from her. “Tell me what’s wrong.”“Jacob took the correspondence.” No, she was not happy.“Did you get to read any of. I watched him get undressed, then he got into the tub behind me. He kissed my neck and my shoulders as he wrapped his arms around me and caressed my breasts. He washed my back, my shoulders, neck, breasts, arms, and my belly. Then told me to sit up, so he could wash my twat. Now facing him, I took a sponge and washed him. Starting at his neck, I worked my way down to his belly. He took my sponge and held me close. He sat back in the tub and told me to turn around. He put his hands on my hips,. I got my windbreaker and followed her out.She drove us to the Sandcastle, a fancy bistro near the beach. Inside we were seated, and the maître 'd seemed to know her. I saw her signal him about something, God knows what.It finally occurred to me to ask what it was that had brought her to my door. "So, Nina, to what do I owe this—surprise—tonight," I said.She smiled at me. "Mikey, I—we—Malcom and I were talking..." she paused."Yes?" I said."Well, we—I—I've been thinking a lot about the divorce,".