She was pretty average all around, except she was half Cherokee and it showed in her skin color. ‘I’m good, Marsha. Same shit, different night, y... know?’ ‘Yeah, same here. Whacha makin?’ ‘This?’ holding up a long, white, doughy roll of what passes for Italian bread. ‘Your favorite. Italian.’ ‘Think you can hold one for me this morning? Was going to make some BLTs with it.’ ‘I’ll call you when they’re out of the oven.’ ‘You’re so sweet. Why is that?’ ‘Just me’ I said, holding back that I was. Neffie giggled and said, ‘Underwear girl would fill this suit much better than me.’ She did a dainty pirouette for him. ‘You have a cute butt, you look sexy,’ Kent said. ‘This is called a skin-suit. It’s an outfit you read about in a science fiction book.’ ‘Celestial Bodies,’ he recalled, ‘in it was a planet named Pearl that was all ocean with no land masses. People lived in domes on the seabed.’ ‘Who says you don’t read?’ Neffie said approvingly. Kent looked at the kissing women floating in. He's not hideous or deformed, a monster ordemon, nor does he have to be, to terrify her in this place, thissituation. His strong hand had firmly clamped her mouth shut, stiflingher first scream. His hand had not been brutal, simply enough strengthin it to quiet her. His other hand held ready to strike her, had madethe consequences of further screams clear.She had tried to say something, when he let go of her. Still dazedfrom the drug, trying to think of something that would helpher. Inquiring. It was hard sometimes to tell who was a friend and who was a paying customer so eventually I made the rule that if you visit you pay and then I'll do you, except for Joey, of course, because he was family.When I needed a break from guys in cars, I hit the bars and did the guys either in the bathroom or out in back of the bar, and sometimes I did a whole group one of those ways. The bartenders knew what I was doing and were okay with it as long as I did them too and gave them a cut of the.