She's 19, blonde and has been known to work topless, if you ask nicely." I put a fifty in her hand before she's completed the sentence.The Madame guid...s me down a narrow corridor with flimsy, numbered doors. She opens number 7 and I step inside. It smells of rubbing alcohol and patchouli. The only light is from a couple of flickering devotional candles. In less than thirty seconds, I spot at least three Fire-Code violations. Surprisingly, there's also a professional massage table complete with. Herred hair splayed about like a wild fire across her head, accentuated bythe angry flicker in her eyes. "Every thing's wrong!" she threw her armsup even as she was bending down to retrieve some random bit ofTupperware under the counter. Her erratic movements and temperedexpressions were a well-learned sign to Russell to keep a distance andspeak softly."The wellington is burnt, and the risotto is ruined! All I have to serveto drink is Kool-Aid and vodka! And, and I can't...I can't," her. “Can you have your boyfriend describe you?” he asked.“Sure,” Han said holding the phone towards me.I looked at Han with a questioning smile.Understanding that I wanted to give the caller her real description Han shook her head no.I stuck with Han’s phone sex persona. “She’s 5’ 9”, perfect tits, long blond hair, and blue eyes.”Not only was the description part of protecting Han’s anonymity, but as a five-foot Asian, she tended to enjoy the fantasy of being taller.Then I truthfully added,. He masturbated every chance he got. I knew this as I had caught him before; I was younger than and did not know what he was doing. I walked into his room after knocking once. Sure enough there he was under his sheet showing his erection. He exclaimed, “Don’t you knock?” I told him I did once. I asked if he was having fun, he said he was but I ruined it. I doubted that as he was still hard.With that I pulled the sheet off him. There he was scrambling to cover himself up, more likely to.