"I hope so. He's decided he doesn't want to play pro ball, and he wants to tell Dad sooner rather than later." "That's not going to go over too well, ...s it?" "Like the proverbial lead balloon." She dropped onto the couch and Brody sat as well, but took care not to sit too close. "I told him he should wait and tell Dad later. He could avoid a lot of stress that way, and he might change his mind. He says he's as sure as he's going to get, and he doesn't want to fake it with Dad for the next few. Manager and Dealer. The Manager kidnapped girls, held them in their house until a dealer came and picked them up. And sometimes the dealer kidnapped girls themselves.When I did become a dealer. I was email a set of instructions. Some of them were...odd but we had to take in to effect our customers. Most of our customers were husbands looking to cheat on their wives in which we grant the Bronze Rape package. But if your wanting to take a girl home, we call it the Silver Rent package. And. This was London in the middle of a working afternoon in high summer. Everywhere was mobbed, and the only disabled facilities we could find were being strictly controlled by the station staff. In our innocence we’d forgotten how popular they must be for shooting up, adolescent encounters, etc etc. Two stations later and she was getting desperate.Finally, we found a completely empty ladies toilet at the end of a long platform. I offered to wait outside, which just drew a withering glare.“I didn’t. "Fine," Zaire snarled, clearly peeved at having been interrupted by his victim, "have it your way. Let us end this, then, once and for all." Damn drama queen," I muttered to myself as the two Demons stepped forward and out of my immediate range.I watched as they stood there staring at each other for a long moment. I blinked and they were a flurry of motion almost too fast to see. Another blink and they were apart, Zaire standing hunched over, one wing dragging the ground and a score of oozing.