The closest thing Ruthie had to agents were Edie and Charles, her accountant. Robby and Allen decided that before the day was over she needed to have ... real full time agent. Their resolved multiplied ten fold when the industry apparently learned she did not have a full time agent and those phone calls flooded in. Edie came in two hours later. Robby had been so inundated that he had not noticed her delay. She gave Allen the little shy smile she always gave him when she had been bad. Allen. Heh man, I’m no sexist, it’s just a manner of speaking, calling the Big Cheese a he.The ladies in Linklater’s coffee shop tried to brazen it out when a couple of us went in. They sat down and asked for coffee, all polite like. Then they started talking really politely to the ladies. All over forty I guess. Except for the waitress. Yeah, okay, effing this and effing that. But not actually rude you know. They were teasing them really. The ladies settled, the waitress brought a little tray of. These breaks in the monotony of staring silently at a wall, were welcome distractions.I got up off the floor, dripping and hugging myself, and wishing there was a blanket. My clothes were rags, and there was no chance of getting anything else. They only gave me new clothes when the old ones literally rotted off my body. I started pacing around the room, hoping to work up some body heat. There had been no work for the last few days, and except for last night's 'visitors', no one had come into. He awoke to his underwear being stuffed into his mouth. Oh no, please, not again, he thought, but yes, it was happening. Roy was sitting, straddling the small of his back. Jesse could hardly breathe, between the underwear half down his throat, and Roy on his back. Roy probably weighed more that twice what Jesse weighed, and was a middle-school wrestler. There was no hope of escape from this position. Roy had his fingers in Jesses ass, first two, then three, then four. At four, Jesse began to.