”“Maybe I should cut off his balls,” Bonnie muttered.I could see the girls restrain their giggles. Bonnie’s temper was obvious. Things got qui...et after that. Bonnie didn’t look like she relaxed.When we arrived at the late Rodrigo’s home, a line of servants and thugs lined up in front of the hacienda. The chauffeur approached as Sonya exited the limo. “Everything’s taken care of,” she told her boss. The line of men and women bowed. Any worry Sonya had got lost in her smile. Bonnie looked relieved. She got a gig in a commercial for potato chips.For the most part life is boring. There’s not much money to enjoy the city. In six months you haven’t seen anyone famous. Not that celebrities often visit your part of town.Then one day Becca comes home with unexpected news. She's glowing with excitement. “Have you ever heard of the Marion Davies Gala?” You haven’t. “Well I got invited to it.”“Really?” You respond. “That’s great. I guess there are going to be lots of industry people there.”“Uh. ”“Bring her in, I want to see that fine white ass. It’s OK, there is almost no one in here.”I shrugged and went back to the car and after a few minutes, convinced her to go in. After all, it wasn’t as if she hadn’t been in there before. She ran into the store and there were only 2 other customers, plus Craig and Anna.“Baby, you look delicious. Here try this on.” And he handed her some similar shorts to mine but seemed to be much less material. She struggled to get them over her ass and they had. I'm getting more sex than I ever dreamed possible. No, I'm not on the street corner.The big change came about at a party given by a neighbor, Todd, a few years ago. I had just used the bathroom and was in the hallway with my usual Chardonnay (third glass, actually, or was it the fourth?) and a younger guy, nice looking, walked up to me and introduced himself."Hi, I'm Phil Michaels and I'm a talent scout looking for the foxiest looking woman at the party." Um, she's in the next room, I think.".