He lifted his mask off his sweaty face and wiped his forehead with his sleeve. ‘She makes us sick,’ the voice whispered to him. ‘We hate her.’...‘I HATE HER!’ Mikey shouted. A couple of women walking near him gasped and herded their children away from him. ‘I hate her. I hate her. I hate her.’ Mikey said to himself. He looked up and recognized his own block. He started moving down the sidewalk toward his house. ‘She’s a dirty slut. A nasty whore. I hate her. I hate that dirty, nasty, slutty. A knock sounded, and as we exited, Melissa and Benjamin stood beside the door making out. Bess's door was just closing. As my son pressed his lover against the wall, his mouth locked to hers, he winked at me. Suddenly the crazy subterfuge of the moment along with a post orgasm stupor and the whole intensity of the evening made me giddy and I laughed hysterically infecting Devi with laughter. We must have seemed drunk. We stumbled downstairs to join the maelstrom of wealth, a red faced drunken. He couldn’t fight the nagging feeling that he had missed something, a crucial detail that would help him figure out what had happened.“Right, well, I’ve come as a representative for the Historical Preservation Society. I was hoping we could talk about the house.” She smiled, walking away from him, her ass swaying back and forth dramatically with each step.“I don’t remember you from the website,” he told her, following close behind. He couldn’t help but stare at the numerous buckles that were on. I needed to work the common room. I had to earn my food and board. Dalria expected me to work. My red robes on, I slipped out of the small room and headed downstairs to the boisterous common room. Men drank and other whores perched on their knees while the barmaids scurried through the room.I scanned around, wondering who would fuck me next. I really didn't care.“It's you,” a woman breathed, stepping before me, her green eyes wide. A silver tongue stud flashed as she spoke, “I found you.”“You.