My mother was a bigot and an alcoholic.My father was a well-known businessman.I was a victim of human trafficking and prostitution."You're a guy?" he ...aid when I finished my story."Yes," I said. "I'm sorry I fooled you." You're white?" he said."I used to be," I said.So we talked about my options, We talked about his trustworthiness. Wetalked about a way I could get out of the trouble I was in.He took me home. He kept looking at me, trying to see the personinside. Isn't that what we all try to. Especially when you’ve got cash to spend. When that word gets around the real estate people will boil out of their offices like fire ants out of a disturbed anthill.”“You know, I’m starting to like that.”“What, the idea of a ranch?”“No. You calling me Chipmunk.”“Last night I told your grandfather that instead of fighting like cats and dogs we’d fight like hawks and chipmunks.”She hit him on the arm, and said, “My advice to you is not to quit your day job.”Teasingly, Hawk replied, “But, I don’t. “I’m getting late, Mom,” he replied and left. He didn’t even look at me. “Did I lose my son last night?” I was thinking, standing there in the kitchen. All day taking orders from the customers in the restaurant, I couldn’t concentrate on work and I messed up a few orders too. The manager of the restaurant knew me for a long time, and he understood that I had some problem so he allowed me to leave early. I went home and while I was heading straight to my room, I thought to give a knock on Adam’s. After fucking her to the point of exhaustion he finally asked her what the fuck had gotten her so excited. She retold the masquerade story, including every detail. She described the sex scenes, and how the woman lost all inhibition, making out with other women and seducing any man that caught her interest. John saw how much this excited Jen. It also dawned on him that his wife was talking about how much she was turned on at the thought of her fucking other men and women. He was strangely turned.