Karolina was an expert when it came to stimulating the older clientele, hiking her pinafore up a few inches in the service elevator, before walking in...o the guests room and getting a good tip.It always seemed that she was making loads of cash and getting gifts from the many men who asked for her by name, over the phone, when ordering food.'Do you fuck them', I asked her outright one morning as we changed in the dressing room?She smiled but not her usual warm smile, kind of hardened smile, as if. The others took off like mice with a pussy cat chasing them.After that, no one messed with me. I was using the blacks as my cum sluts after that, and no one said a word.On my release from St. Vincent's, I was taken home to my father's house, where I learned just how bad a man he was.I was told to go to my room in the basement and not to come up until dinner time.I was set to become the man I am today, that very night.You see, my father had a woman named Deanna. She was alright, but not very. ” Rebecca followed Marcos’s hand and saw Doc and Margaret moving downstream after Pol on the far side of the river.“I can’t do nothing! Where is Wesley?” she screamed at Marcos. They ran back along the river hoping to see the adult men clinging to a rock. There was nothing.“Pray!” Marcos yelled as he fell to his knees, nearly dragging Rebecca with him.“Yes, Pray,” whispered the frightened woman, shedding his hand and turning to the old tree. Somehow this was the embodiment of all their. Strangely feeling somewhat sorry for myself, I went back into the social room and fixed myself a drink. I turned around, and the Greek lady said sharply, ‘It took you long enough, thank you very much,’ as she snatched the glass from my hand. She tossed it back in a gulp and handed me the glass. ‘Put some booze in it next time,’ she said. I went back to the bar. I made a drink for myself and filled her glass half full of bourbon, topping it off with a splash of water. I returned and handed it.