"Oh come on, Mel, it's been ages since we had sex, pleeeeease let me get you interested, I can give you a massage and rub you down and kiss you all ov...r and trace my fingers over your most sensitive spots and come on you know I can get you turned on!"Melissa sighed with exasperation. "I'm just worn out, honey, can't we do this tomorrow?" I'm begging you, babe, pleeeeeease?" And something snapped. Melissa was tired of the same whining, whimpering, begging every single night. Besides, she did. "You're just to damn precious for that anymore. I mean...prrrt HA HA HA Haa - sorry. Let's get to business."He clenched his right hand, revealing a guns – and - roses glowing motif. Jenny heard Catherine's voice moan in pleasure from inside a small, dark room, not unlike a broom closet. Her hand came into view, clutching the door frame. Jennie saw black fingernails, and immediately knew that British fucker had done something to Catherine too. And indeed, the woman that appeared was Catherine. .. that's it," Canfield mumbled. "Linda feeds me names, addresses and telephone numbers..." Is that all... ?" No... She makes sure the girls are... well, you know cooperative!" How does she do that?" Oh, she's got ways... and they don't balk..." ... So... you get to lay almost any one of them you want?" Just about..."In a way Fred couldn't blame Leon Canfield for what he was doing; it was just that he hadn't been careful in the method of covering up. Damn! A real smart accountant could have. "You want a drink... ?" Brad asked, pushing a water glass under her nose."P-Please... I-I would like to have some water..." I'm talking about whiskey..." Brad said.Whiskey! Perhaps it would help... at least it might dull things a little for her."All right... I'll have a drink!" Charity said with decision."It'll help..." It was Brad, again; he put an arm under her shoulders and lifted her to a sitting position. Thrusting the glass into her hand, he slopped cheap bourbon into it. "Sorry... no.