In fact I had been taking care of myself since mom passed and even now I was getting by. I dozed off at some point and was awoken by a man's voice. Wh...n I opened my eyes I found myself staring at a tall guy in a suit who was grinning down at me and asked me if I wouldn't rather sleep in a bed. As my hand strayed to my pocket, seeking the pepper spray, he went on to tell me how he could rent a room at the motel down the street and we could spend the night partying.I'd told him no thanks and when. "Do what?" Bryan said, taking a breath."I want you to make him cum. I want you to swallow it. God that would be so hot," she rubbed her clit in little circles."Get me some lube," Bryan said. "Just get it."Stephanie disappeared for a moment, then returned with the bottle. Bryan poured it into his hand and started stroking Dennis more forcefully as he bobbed up and down on his shaft.Dennis started to inhale sharply. "Here it comes," he said and he held Bryan's head, keeping him from withdrawing.. It was ugly costume junk for the most part--giant fake rubies and paste diamonds and gaudy phony-gold chains. Barry sat at the other end of the table and watched her work. It seemed like a metaphor for the waste he'd forced her to make of her life: she spent her days trying vainly to find something valuable in the junkheap of his career. Did he still have talent? Had he ever had any? He used to say that directors and producers didn't hire him because they were idiots; now, he wasn't so. There were no villains around. Oops, we were wrong. There are always villains around. For there to be no villains, it would be like having light without shadow. Brightness without darkness. There’s no such thing. And with Lou gone, I guess Bernadine has decided to finally drop the mask. She has decided to reveal her inner monster. And the target of her abuse and her fury is me. The hero of the story. Why me? That’s a question I’ve asked myself many times. I’m just a big and tall young black man.