Shortly a woman came up to me and looked me in the eyes. "Well, Bradford, you seem to be awake. Do you know where you are?" Seems like a hospital. Whe...e else would I get room service?" Okay, smartass. Remember that you're not out of here yet and I'm still in charge. I can get even." Sorry. I've been in the boonies. Didn't realize you were so sensitive."I suddenly felt this strong pain in my leg. She said, "Who's sensitive, now?" You got me. I'm sorry. I'm real sorry." Let me get a doc. You. " Look at this one," he said, and up flashed an image of Gretchen straddling Jerica's face, grinding herself on the pink-wigged lesbian. Gretchen's hands were clasped behind her head and she was grinning at catcalling men who threw the occasional dollar bill at her.Gretchen was confused buy the conflict of her current revulsion and her remembered elation. She had been so proud of herself."No one put you on top of that girl," Mr. Warren reminded her. "You climbed atop of her of your own accord.. “If you don’t mind. I’d like you to wear an Army jacket I have here. You can change into it at the hotel.”“No problem, pet. Is it clean? Laundered like?”“Yes, it’s clean,” I assure her.“That’s OK then.” I breathe easier.“Would you be able to wear a purple thong, if you have one? Otherwise black would do.” “Can do.” She turns businesslike. “So it’s one hundred and fifty pounds an hour plus extras. I prefer the cash in an envelope ready when I enter your hotel room. How long do you want me for. "She pulled off her tee shirt and unclasped the bra. He saw her breasts, as tiny as they were. They reminded him of one half of a small toasted English muffin with a fried egg on top. Her breasts were not more than two inches across, and were possibly one half inch high, very flat on top, as if someone had indeed placed muffins on her chest. The colored portion of her nipple was dark brown, and about the size of a fried egg yolk. The sight of her naked breasts, and the idea that he was probably.