You do not speak unless asked a direct question."As soon as Miss Martel said her last name, my eyes went to a poster. The female lead's name was Franc...ne Martel. Before I had time to react to the idea that this woman, Miss Martel, was a Broadway star, she rocked me back with a slap in the face. Damn, that was stupid. I may be new, but even I knew better than to ignore the boss when she was talking.Miss Martel was glaring at me. "I did not tell you to look at my poster. I did tell you to do. She finally finished and got off me. That is when I knew I was going to throw up. She looked at me while I was gagging and pointed to a trash can where I disposed of the contents of my stomach.After a couple of minutes, she handed me another glass of some liquid and told me to drink it, which I did. I had already begun to feel somewhat strange from the first glass and wondered what kind of drugs they were giving me, but if they allowed me to get through this night, I didn’t care.“OK Bitch, get. She places David’s ticket, her last of the night, in the tiny black tray with the master-card and visa logos and places it on his table after quickly scrawling notes on the front and the back. The front said “No charge! - Sorry about the spill” in the big loopy letters of a waitresses rushed handwriting. Beside that there is a winking smile and her name. Becky. On the back the writing is more deliberate and refined, no longer the public writing of a waitress, the precise, well-contemplated. She was curious to understand what went on in their minds."What do you mean when you talk about tramlines?"Debs and Larry laughed."That's something that calls for practice", said Larry. "When I give her the cane she has to keep her bottom nice and high, and quite still. I then place two parallel strokes with the cane, and a minute later they show up as tramlines across her bum."All this talk make me feel distinctly randy. I put my hand on Suzy's thigh under the table and moved it up towards her.