Most people didn’t think that was possible in today’s society but she seemed to have the knack of lining up “deals” that didn’t require her ...o spread her pretty knees. Her knee-spreading activities were strictly on a “need-to-get-laid” basis and she did the choosing at all times.Her stash in the safety deposit box was up to forty long and she decided to switch to another bank for additional deposits, just to be on the safe side in case of some sort of robbery or natural disaster. Her original. " I don't want you to hurt them," he said."I don't plan to. By the way, don't ever talk to anybody about this. My word you can count on. If the other guys find out you talked, they won't take it well. They will kill you. What they do about your family would depend on what kind of mood they're in. You really don't want to risk that." How can I be sure they won't hurt us anyway?"I indicated he should sit on the toilet in the stall. I started to tie his feet. "They don't get violent for no reason.. Stretched. Looked at my blouse.Damn it, he'd ripped off a button.'I think you like it, sweetheart, ' he said, hand at his crotch.Vulgar fellow.I ignored him, went to the window. Looked out.'You know you like it, ' I heard him say, shuffling after me, and then I could feel him behind me again. But I'd had enough of the guy. I turned around and faced him. He was starting to piss me off.'I said enough, cowboy, ' I said, as I caught his broad hands and turned them away. But his open mouth hit my. You have done well, Maxine.” I had discovered Maxine when I first came to Paris. Her father had been a dissident who had escaped the Union and fled to Paris where he taught philosophy. He married a French woman and I had found Maxine running her fetish brothel for the wealthy women like Alexandra who craved more than simple sexual gratification. Maxine was, in her way, as ruthless as Alexandra but she had a dark secret that had involved the death of one of her whores and the subsequent disposal.