" No, nothing like that. They make some very nice ones these days, even sexier than the ones they had when I was your age. There's this line called Wi...ked Weasel..." Well, of course you wouldn't. You might if you were to lay off the doughnuts and get some exercise... Oh, Bev, you're such a naughty girl! The things you can do with your tongue..." No dear, Bev is hardly a dog. In fact, she's very attractive..." Well, if you must know, she's your father's former mistress..." Oh, yes he did. I knew. I'd only been down there once before, on my first visit to the Owner's Club over a year before.This was where they bought and sold slaves and it wasn't a place for me. Mr. Reiser was greeted by men he knew and he paused only briefly to shake hands and exchange a quick word or two before we moved on. A man asked him if I would be going on the block, but it was clearly a joke and my Master laughed and told him not tonight, which hardly made me feel better. My heart beat quickly and I felt flushed. Was this the beginning of something or was she just frustrated and maybe, with the aid of alcohol, a bit randy? Roger drifted down the hallway toward his apartment and had to stop for a moment to remember which unit was his. He fumbled with his key and after a couple of futile stabs, he finally unlocked the door and stepped inside. He snapped the door shut and muttered an expletive under his breath. Mr. Joe Cool had surely played his best hand tonight. All those hours of looking for a suitable. They were _movie stars_, after all.Before _SOUND_.Sonya's problem with "Talkies" had been different, a thick "Hongar-ri-yinaggzent" that limited her to minor parts at best. She'd had the courageto quit. She had a bit of money saved, and she'd set herself up ashostess of a tearoom/restaurant, a place where her accent only added anextra touch of glamour."Th-That's why. I-I-I'm told y-you ca-can help m-m-m..." He took abreath. "Me." I cahn, Before I levdt home to play at zer moffies, I.