" I can't breathe, this is so uncomfortable," said Mark whining!Ignoring him, she sat him back down and had him step into some jewelstudded Capri blue...stretch jeans and fastened them. She then carefullypulled a classic black Bebe low cut t-shirt over his head making surenot to upset curlers or get any makeup on it. She knelt down and slippedon his peep toe black leather 3 inch sling back pumps and stood him upto add a matching off set thick belt. She concluded her work byaccessorizing him by. “I thought it was a pretty enjoyable meal.”I grinned and nodded, and then kissed her thoroughly. “I wonder if the Armonk House has room service?”“Grim! That place costs a fortune!”“I’m rich! I can afford it.”“Since when?”“Since I haven’t spent a dime since I went into the Army. I have over three months’ pay in my bank account. Let’s spend some of it!”“You want to explain that?”It took me a minute or two. As a Private E-1, I made $1,064.70 a month, which didn’t sound like all that much, but I. There was a television pinned to the soup kitchen wall tuned to a news channel despite the many complaints from those queuing. They'd rather watch a quiz show or a situation comedy that showed a life of indescribable luxury led by middle-class families affluent enough to live in a gated community. What made matters worse was that Roland insisted on screening news from the EBC which was a television company that currently attracted only a small percentage of the national audience. And this was. She shook her head and ignored him, waiting for her drink. She grew upset when the man beckoned the bartender over and muttered in his ear while staring at her. The bartender recoiled and gave the man a look of disgust as deep as Charley was feeling. He swept over to her quickly, poured her drink and two extra shots of Jack Daniels. “In apology for that creep.” He said as he handed her one and downed the other himself. Charley smiled as she knocked back the shot, savoring the burning.