Then, on my majority, I received an even larger chuck of stock." Well off? You are rich?" Kat was surprised. Shocked even. She had never known anyone ...ho was rich. Her parents had been poor, though it didn't really register to her at the time. She had lived a hand-to-mouth existence for a couple of years before she left Ovid, and she had spent several years not much better off. Her career as an assassin had only started paying well the last few years before she was 'recruited'."We rich prefer. That’s where we do topless lap dances” explained Betsy“I don’t fully understand all that but do you ever take your bottoms off?” asked Melanie continuing to play the innocent role. “No way” was Betsy’s blunt answer.“Do the customers ever grab or touch you?” asked Melanie.“No” again Betsy answered without hesitation.Melanie wondered how such a club could make any money if Betsy was telling the truth. She asked Betsy to tell her more. She played the ignorant card as if she had never been in a. ‘So that’s why you were gun-shy?’ Becca said. It wasn’t a question. And she wasn’t talking about me getting fired. ‘It was Jan,’ I said. ‘Your Jan?’ Becca asked. Another rhetorical question. Becca looked back at Kate, amusement in her eyes. ‘You fired him? For hugging Jan?’ ‘You know her?’ Kate asked. ‘Yes. She’s great,’ Becca said. ‘How’d you get hot about that? They’ve been friends since they were . . . what?’ She looked at me, ‘Eight? Nine? Something like that?’ ‘Eight,’ I said. ‘I know,’. She lay silently and enjoyed the warmth she felt physically and emotionally from being so close to her husband and daughter. Alexa opened her eyes a few minutes later and turned toward her mother."Hi," Alexa whispered."Hi Baby," Janice replied."Guess we all fell asleep pretty fast." I'm not surprised. I'm glad you wanted to come into bed with us. Great idea." Thanks, Mom."Janice brought her arm out from under the covers and gently stroked Alexa's hair with her hand."I love you, My Baby." I love.