She sees to the hiring and supervision of the staff and oversees operations.”“Your own whorehouse. That’s cool.” Jake locked the safe back up....“How is the lawyer going to sell it?”“I didn’t even tell him about it. You can’t sell a criminal enterprise like that.”“How much money do you make from it?”“Net profits are about three-hundred-thousand a month.”“That’s a lot of money.”“It’s a nice place. Well run. It provides a discreet, premium service. Of course, I have very loyal and willing. Jeanette knows that Jamie is going to vent for a while so she allows it."I hate when James digs through my clothes." Can you explain how the body knows if it's Jamie or James who hascontrol?" Jeanette asks. "James doesn't understand when he's trying toget dressed if he's looking in the wrong drawers." Jeanette tries todefend James as much as possible."Please don't defend the little faggot!" Jamie raises her voice. Shetells Jeanette that men are not to open a woman's lingerie drawers. "Whatis. Nothing.Pitch black.She felt something caressing her face, but couldn't tell exactly what. She opened and closed her eyelids again.Nothing.A shiver of apprehension ran through her. Something was wrong.She started to move her right arms up so that her hand could rub her eyes. Maybe her eyes were just full of sleep.She couldn't raise her arm.She tried the left.Nothing.Fear replaced apprehension.What is going on? her mind started to race as cold fear now shook her. She couldn't see. She couldn't. Then he walked back to the corner and began to watch his house. It was about 30 minutes later when he saw Millie come out of the house and cross the road to Ann’s house. She disappeared inside.Barry stood there wondering what it meant. Was his wife suddenly bisexual? Was her lover really a woman? He walked up the street and sneak around Ann’s house. He began to look through windows. No-one in the bedroom. He had expected to see them. Then he looked in the living room window. He stood there.