"Makes a very good little waitress, don't you, Lucy my dear?" The slight, dark eyed, girl nodded warily, prevented from answering by the ball gag that...filled her mouth. Basher turned back towards me, "I'm sure she'll manage to atone for the faults of her countryman." Countryman?" I asked, knowing that this would only lead to another diatribe from the xenophobic Snell."Jackson, Peter Jackson," Basher said with a sneer. "Has the nerve to take an English story and high-jack it to the southern. That ... stuff ... nearly destroyed me. The only way I could keep from going crazy was to have Ken's huge cock constantly probing my insides. I couldn't even let him stop. Then look at my poor tits!" She looked down at her chest and cringed. "My God! They look like a dog has been chewing on them." What did happen?" Andy asked softly."I had to have Ken chew on them. I guess I got carried away. I can remember screaming at him, telling him to bite off my nipples." Looking down at her chest she. My thoughts in the kitchen came straight to the fore. ‘Not that it isn’t nice to see you, Sheila, but what is the purpose of calling on me, and I don’t recall telling you where I lived.’ I was a little abrupt. ‘You have every right to be angry, Jack. We had what? A couple of dances together, and to presume that could be a friendship is taking the enjoyment of dancing with you too far. I found out where you lived because I had a detective follow someone who is familiar to you and to my husband.. ”“Maybe I’m not ready to say it’s done.”“I’m hoping this changes your mind.” Joe pulled out the roll of money.“How much?”“Five thousand.”“You want me that much?”“You’re kidding. I have women I love who love me who are so much better than you. Fucking heartless bitches isn’t my thing. No. This is for leaving Julian. And for fucking Linton.”“What?”“I want to watch. I’ll give you half for that. The other half you’ll get if I see you making love to your pimp. I want to see both of you reveal what.