”“Yeah. I’m serious.”“Okay cool!”Ced pulled in the parking lot of his hotel. He handed a keycard to the coach and said, “Go in to Room 1...7. Text when you shut the door, but don’t put the latch on.”The dance instructor shot back, “Okay!”Ced got the text. He exited the vehicle.When Ced opened the door the coach was sitting on the couch that was in the room.Ced announced, “Let’s have another drink.”The older coach slurred, “I’m already lit. I don’t need another. Plus I really gotta get back to my. Atlanta’s looking like you’re doing her a whole lot of good. Come on in!”Mel had already disappeared; I followed Trent into the kitchen and we piled the gear on the central island counter. He ferreted around in the cupboards until he located some coffee mugs, then poured for both of us. “There’s cream in the fridge, I haven’t yet found the sugar. I’m guessing our host is a sweetener man.”“It’s okay, I take it black this time of day. Whose place is this?”He grinned, “Some guy wanting to make. Joanne'sa bondage slave. She doesn't do sex." Then it finally hit me. The reasonfor this little meeting was evident in their faces. "You're offering me a jobdoing this? That's how I'm supposed to make all this money?" "Does the sex part bother you?" Marieasked. "It all bothers me! I'm not awhore!" "I'm not saying you are," Mariesaid. I stared at them a moment, stewingin my own angry fumes. Damn, I had all these dreams. I was going to be a model.I was going to be making a million bucks a. Jenn had Karen make some signs for us, and the first car pulled up for a wash. I recognized the man who stepped out.“Daddy,” Jennifer yelled which got everyone’s attention. “Girls, this is my Dad, Jeremy O’Malley, isn’t he just the cutest Dad ever?”“Jennifer, you’re embarrassing me, go off and wash my car, I need to talk to these two,” Daddy ... er, Jeremy rejoined.“Well, Richard, this is an interesting idea ... whose, was it?”“See the knockout red-head in the group of girls, it was hers. Her.