‘Well, possibly not for much longer, honey. If Kay gave you the eye, it must mean she wants some of that pussy—’ ‘Pussy?’ Lauren laughed. �...Grace, you’re awful!’ ‘I’m serious,’ her older sister told her, tapping her wrist. ‘This is Vegas! What if that’s what it takes?’ Lauren’s humorous expression changed in an instant. ‘You know the answer, Grace, my career’s as important to me as yours is to you. I’d fuck a donkey if that’s what it takes!’ ‘A donkey?’ her sister cried, almost doubling over. Knock, knock, knock "Miss, are you alright in there," the attendance asks. "A loud noise was heard." Quickly you snap back to reality of the dressing room and you recall falling into the wall. "Yes, I'm just about finished trying everything on." Impressed by your composure I stand back up with your bra and panties in my hand. Your reach for them and I pull back. "No" I say firmly, "you don't get these back today." "But baby, I have a skirt on today and my pussy is soaking wet for your right. I wish..."She wanted to release her frustration and confusion by screaming, but knew that she could not, so she silently sat there and fumed. She sat and stared unseeingly at the rapidly passing countryside, as her disappointment fermented into annoyance, which swiftly matured into outright fury, which she directed solely upon Erik."He is such an arrogant prick! I hate him! I hate him! I hate him!"Further and further, her mind spiraled into an inferno of rage against the man. She became so lost. It just comes naturally to you."I got up and went over to her. I put my arms around her and pulled her close. I held her tight for a minute and then I kissed the top of her head and said, "Shut the fuck up! You're embarrassing the hell out of me. And you're wrong. You make me sound like ... god, I don't know. Something that I'm not! I'm just lucky about the people that my life has placed around me. Everyone around me just kind of meshes. It isn't because of me."Helen shook her head. I looked in.