”My phone interrupted us by chirping. The incoming text was from Cal saying that they were on the plane and about to set off.“Well,” I said, “...hey’re on the way.”“How long does it take?” Mike asked.“About two hours. Cal’s taken the book I bought her for her birthday with her to read.”“What was it again?”“La Nilsson. It’s the autobiography of her favourite singer.”“Harry Nilsson?” Keith asked, “I didn’t know she was into him.”“No, Birgit, a Swedish Soprano.” Sang a lot of Wagner.”“So a dead. Pay up front and $5 or $10 more after the act. It was all potluck at first. The good whores would get right to work, freeing up their tits and pants as they took you into their mouths. The skill levels were all over the place. Some were novices. Some were accomplished cocksuckers. Occasionally one was so inept (immediately evident) that I'd pull out, zip up, and send her off with the base rate and a polite thank you. These women would never se the inside my car again.Most were spitters, but. The brutes drag her along behind them to a different room, one that she had never visited before. The room was covered, roof, walls, and floor in white tiles. Inside the room awaited an eager team of smiling girls, all staring at the door in anticipation. Here you are, girls. The masters next bitch. You know what to do. Yes sir! they all reply in unison, and with enthusiasm The masters bitch? Is that what I am? Lucy thinks to herself, realizing what is going on. The girls grab Lucy, and drag. ..and then some.No longer feeling self conscious about walking hand in hand with Liz they strolled around to the restaurant and were welcomed like old friends, and shown to their table.Candles already lit and a bottle of red wine waiting, the owner poured each of them a glass and wished Liz a Happy Birthday before leaving them with the menus.The place was about half full, maybe ten other customers, it was early evening, it would probably be full a little later, it usually was on Saturday.