I stashed the envelope and sat down at my computer. I logged onto the web site to access my e mail to see if Mrs. Graph found her answer yet. I clicke... on my in box and there were no messages. I logged off and went back down stairs. I silently walked past my parents and into the garage before vanishing into the darkness.I began riding my bike back to the club. I wondered what it was going to be like in there tonight. As I made my way back, I wondered if Mrs. Graph would go along with my plan. I. To help the police and citizens trip up the really sleazy element in the city. I’m talking about the Hookers Anonymous Crime Syndicates. That organization preys on the weak and fragile,weekend warriors. That come into the city looking for spice and a good time. And wind up getting used front and back,by the seedy underbelly that is New York City itself. Preying on first time swingers and johns. Turning them into prostitutes that do the City’s biding. That’s right this thing goes right up to. We all know about the plug,” he laughed, pulling her close.“You do? All of you?” she asked, her eyes wide.“Yes. Has Shelby told you about rule four yet?” he asked, his green eyes sparkling.“Um no, not yet,” she replied.He turned her so that he was behind and gripping her hips, pulled her tight to him, grinding his hips against her ass. “Go and ask her,” he whispered in her ear.She made her way to Shelby, who was having her own ass squeezed. ..” I greeted her pleasantly, as I got up from the sofa and walked up to her.“Hello beta...” she managed to reply in a rather shy voice, as I went up to her and shook her hand. As our fingers intertwined, I gave her hand an extra squeeze and winked at her; a gesture that caused her to blush violently.At this early hour in the morning, she was still dressed in one of her old frayed bottle green night gowns. Some of the hooks at the neck were missing, and she’d used safety pins to hold it.