So good of you to come." Petrosian led her to a conference table, pulled out a chair for her and then when all three of them were seated Petrosian sai..., "Joan speaks highly of you, but I'm sure that you realize that we need a little more than just that. You are interested in the day bartender's position so why don't you tell us a little about yourself and your qualifications for the job."For the next twenty minutes Janice described her background, but as she talked she sensed that she was not. "And who the fuck says I'm not?" Barbara demanded. "I can party harder than you pansy-assed cock-suckers." And are you slutty?" prompted Charlie."Why don't you buy me a drink and find out?" she asked, then licked her lips and glanced at his crotch. She was a nasty, slutty party girl and she loved it!"Well, if you're a slutty party girl how come you dress like an old lady?" Charlie asked."An old lady? What the fuck do you... Holy fucking shit! What the hell am I wearing?"Barbara was horrified.. What target?"What target indeed, I asked myself?Once again, the proper question, placed at the proper time, told meeverything."We're aiming for a splashdown in the Chesapeake, Peyton, out of theNorth-northwest." That will take us directly over DC, Alex." Jack needlessly informedme."We'll never make it that far, remember?" Oh ya, right." Skipper, I'm showing a slight loss of atmosphere on level six. Fulldecom in forty-five minutes." Brie announced from her station."Perfect!" I exclaimed in. “It’s a fucking nightmare!”Alexander, finally past his hurt and confusion, hurtled into rage and disgust. “How could you pretend to be my pure, faithful, vanilla wife while you fuck John and, God knows, who else at that club?”“Well, how could you pretend to be my loyal husband while you fuck this slut and likely do all kinds of perverted things to her?” Serena raged. “Do you fuck her, Alex? Or do you just mark her up with a whip and jack off on her tits?”Emmy sat silent. She wasn’t entirely.