Tonight is the grand opening of the very private club. For $1000 per person, front row table seats were available to the rich Mexicans, Americans, Eur...peans mostly couples. Single locals, males who can afford were sitting in the back tables for $500 per person. (One would say that this entry fee was enormous, but Elizabeth Jack's reputation commended it. It was decadence at the highest level)The large room is filled with 100 paying customers. Sprinkled with 20 high-class hookers and 10 jocks. I just had my limo driver drive them home. I’m still wanting to party.”I couldn’t believe she wanted to party with me. Why would this beautiful girl want to party with me? There had to be more to it, I thought.“Sure. What do you have in mind?”“I have some pot and coke in the car. Do you want to party?”“Let’s go. I’m Buck, by the way.”“Buck, do you like to fuck?”She giggled when I told her my name. I followed her into the limo. The guys would understand after I told them about this hot girl.. She started to rise as he came into the large open room but he caught her before she could and knelt on the floor next to her chair. ‘Bethany, baby, how are you feeling?’ He hugged her carefully, wary of her bandaged arm. ‘I’ll be OK, just a few weeks, is all… Did John tell you?’ She could feel him shaking. She used to think he was paranoid about the family’s safety and would remind him they weren’t in Los Angeles anymore. After all this time, he finally was right. ‘Yeah… I’m sorry I wasn’t. I was now 46, divorced and fucking around. I owned a town house and enjoyed my privacy. Christine was now 66 and told me she neede a place to live as she was penniless and also getting evicted from her apartment in Pennsylvania. Could she move in my spare bedroom? She would cook and clean while she looked for a job and another place to live. Against my better judgement, I consented but stated that I wouldn't help with the move. She was on her own. A saturday was set for the move and I.