I had forewarned Sylvia that it might be the case. She didn't seem to mind. I made sure I told the interviewers that Sylvia was my Gal Pal not lover. ... didn't expect that bit of boring information to find it's way into any articles.Once inside the party itself, we were greeted by the producer calling herself the party hostess. She introduced us to one of the housewives of Atlanta, who in turn introduced us to her husband. Her husband sent us on our way with the directive, to mingle.So we. Y'all are thinkin’ about all the things you have to do so he can be sated or satisfied or whatever, but really, if you would just train him right then it takes almost no time at all and he’ll be a happier man.”“Train him? Like a puppy?” Pamela’s voice had the undertone of a parent about to correct a child.“No, train him like a man who has a sex goddess for a wife. You are your husband’s goddess, aren’t you? I’m Billy’s sex goddess and I’m dedicated to his amazing orgasms whenever he wants one.. ” The madam looked more disappointed than angry. She pushed the girl toward me, and I realized that her hands had been tied behind her. She was frightened and trying hard not to show it.“Find out who sent her and who she communicates with. I need to know what they know.”I nodded, holding the slight girl by a thin arm. “Then what?” I asked.“Kill her,” said Madam Von R-- as coldly as any man had ever passed down that sentence.The girl trembled and a tear slid down her cheek.I led Drucilla, if. Aaron was no virgin, but he suspected Lynn was. He’d lost his cherry two years earlier to the lady down the road whose weeds he’d been cutting all summer. Four times during the season, her old man was out of town doing something or other when Aaron showed up with his weed-whacker to cut the hillside, but the work was delayed while she dragged him into the house and fucked his socks off. She wasn’t a bad looking woman, either, so Aaron had no trouble getting into it, even thought he was scared.