" He swept his hand over his crotch and rubbed it.Jim didn’t know how to answer that, so he said, "Well, no—not every night."His boss sprawled in ...the leather chair. He was in his forties, bald on top, and portly. He suddenly said: "When are you going to invite me to your home?"Jim blinked. "Well, sir, I—well, whenever." Make it this weekend," his boss said."Yes, sir, okay," Jim replied.When Jim got home that evening and told his wife Diana that his boss would be coming to their house, she was. Johnny you go inside and start clearing out the people.That includes employees." You can't do that." I just did, read your business license agreement. You cannot refuseanyone access unless they are breaking the law or have a history ofdoing so in your establishment."Chuckling I said, "Come on I like Stuckey's better." We got back intothe car and drove away."How'd you know he was going to do that?" asked the redhead."It's too close to the building for there not to be any bags in thetrash. Plus. 
Then they all slowly smiled at one another. 
“Welcome back to the game” said Victor.

Clairy came in fresh from the pool, her shorts off and swimsuit wet. I called her over.
“Hey sweetheart, mind getting all the guys some drinks?"
She left and came back, and as she handed the beer to Victor he pulled her close. She stiffened a little.“Hey Clairy. I like your swimsuit.”
“Thank you.” She mumbled, looking away, blushing.
“You seem like good luck, do you mind sitting with me this round?
She looked. Before she knew it, she had done exactly what she was trying to talk herself out of doign! It was as if something had possesed her. Something had, her childish antics had gotten her. Her master left her here as punishment. The hall. There was nothing overly scary about it, just a long, empty hall. There was no way out, that wasn't even scary. She knew her Master wouldn't leave her in here for too long. Still...... it all depended on how angry she had made him.She sat down on the ground and.