"Oh, dear Linda, I don't pay her any money at all." She paused at Linda's shocked expression. "But that's a story for another time." She paused aga...n when Linda's expression turned to one of complete bewilderment. "She works here for room and board, but she earns her spending money in tips." 'And I let her keep them,' Pamela thought. 'She might need the money someday.'"She's a waitress?" asked Linda."No, darling, she works at a private club in the village," she said. She waited for. (sorry forgot to mention im kinda a goth kid inside the big fat hillbilly redneck) infact the o ly thing that keeps me from being goth is me being fat and being a country boy. i hate the city and everything to do with it. anyways ba k to the story... ya so courtney is this hot piece of chubb ass that is to die for, but she is so conservative about showing ANYTHING, npw i understand that its winter and uts like 30 degrees ou right now, but seriously during the summer its like 75 and she still. I haven’t been here in years but the gaudy décor hasn’t changed. I push open the door to the function room and am taken aback by the turnout, there must be over fifty people crammed into the compact room. A DJ plays cheesy pop from twenty years ago through a tinny sound system. I’m greeted by several people, some I recognize, some who I struggle with, taking a second for the name to match the face. I scan the room for Victoria, but I can’t see her to begin with, but eventually I spot her. All this time, you thought that it was your conscience torturing you, projecting my image as the one who defied you and punished you in ways that you never thought possible. But I am real, this is all happening. It's time for you to learn who your master is."Leaning down, he pressed his tongue to her neck, making her scream as she was branded. He pulled away, leaving her flesh smoldering. She covered the wound with her hand and gasped as she felt the three sixes. "No ... it can't be ... the.