There have been stories, but I never met one before.”“Master Chairman Jerry,” I said, “if, by soku, you are differentiating me from any other ...hore from my country, I must inform you that you are mistaken. I am but a common whore, and nothing special. I am here to serve. Somebody explained to me what soku means, and I would never use that word to describe myself.”“You are most certainly uncommon, my American soku.”Somehow, that caused a tiny tingle.“I thank you for thinking so.”“Would you. "You see, what about Jill? I mean, will she find herself with some ugly old git whose going to turn her right off? If that happens she wont give us another opportunity to swap again!" Harry smiled, "Don't worry, lad. She'll be all right. The men are all reasonably good-looking, if not all Hugh Grants!" He chuckled at his little joke."So. Have you made a decision? If you've brought a couple of photos, I will be able to tell you if you can join us."Mark brought out the half dozen pictures of Jill. He laughed at himself again, burglars indeed! He helped himself to another brandy, then retired to his bedroom. Just as he kicked the shoes from his feet he heard a noise, it was coming from the living room. It was a strange noise, like someone tapping a knife on a plate but louder and duller in sound. He pushed open the living room door and switched on the light, the room looked strange, there seemed to be a light haze all about the place almost as if several people had been smoking. I didn't have time to speak before Jack grabbed my shirt and ripped it open. He grabbed the microphone and ripped it out of the transmitter. He growled and smacked me across the face."You stupid queer! You couldn't just let it go, could you? You were warned and you had to be the faggot hero for a stupid dog. Jesus Christ! You are such a waste of my time." Jack was screaming and spit was coming out of his mouth."What's happening, Jack? Why are you acting this way?"He hit me again. This time, he.