"It might look a little like it, but I'm actually in a very deep trance like state. It'd take a hell of a lot to wake me." So I can listen to some mus...c then?" Be my guest."As Sylvia raised the darkened screen between the front and back of the limo Danny turned on the car radio and grinned as Jon Bon Jovi's voice cut through the silence; 'Until I'm six feet under I don't need a bed. Gonna live while I'm alive, I'll sleep when I'm dead.'Danny drummed to the beat on the steering wheel with one. I didn't need to hear any more about them. I was eager to get it on with two mature women at once, but I didn't know what to charge them. It seemed unfair to charge them both $1500, knowing that I couldn't give each of them my undivided attention. I suggested a two-for-one discount to Vanessa. She laughed. "What's next, Chas, a coupon? Maybe an AARP discount? What's gotten into you?" "Vanessa," I said. "We've never done this before and I just feel like giving them a break. Besides, word might. No need for last names around here.”I did not want to tell the strange woman my passport name was Ahmed so I quickly blurted out “Alfie!” to fit into my surroundings like one of the school of half-wasted fish. I was astonished when she broke out into a giggle and looked at me in a strange way.“I’m sorry, dear, but my ex-husband was called Alfie and he was right nasty piece of work.”I instantly regretted using the alias with bad memories but it was too late to change it without looking false in. Mom often came to you in tears after her spankings, and you would hold and comfort her. It would honestly be no big surprise if she did favor you over Father. You step out into the hallway, to see your beautiful mother in tears, bent over a table being beaten by your father by a plank of wood.“Hey, big brother. Enjoying that bitch’s punishment?” Angel cackles, coming up beside you. You tense, and turn, shoving past Angel. You glance back at her.“Get your eyes off of my angel!” Father screams,.