Pris called collect. I told her about Will and that I'd talked with Eunice and Thornton. I asked about having a phone put in her room.Pris said, "I ch...ecked last tonight. We can't have private phones in our rooms, but I can have a line put in the president's room and a plug in extension base in mine. We need to set a time to call, and I could plug in then or use it for long-distance calls. The deal is I can't keep it plugged in." How about nine-fifteen every weeknight?" I asked.Pris said, "You. “Did he like her, or did he really like her,” I pushed the bartende.“He really liked her,” she said then went to wait on one of the other two customers.“Damn, she knew a lot about Sharon,” Jenny said.“Yes she did,” I agreed. “Let’s get a table and have another coke. Let’s see what the girls thought of her.”We took our drinks to a table by the stage. A junkie pale red head walk by and asked if I wanted a lap dance. “I got Jenny here, but I would like some information. What’s the going rate for. Behind the Edwardian façade, and the stern doorman that will forcefully turn away non-members, is the Ganymede club. The name is known by few, what goes on inside is known by fewer still. It is exclusive beyond any other organisation. Membership is granted rarely, and only to the rich and powerful.It has everything you'd expect of a gentleman's club; fine spirits, leather chairs, cuisine prepared by the finest chefs from around the world. The members meet to discuss business, influence. We breathe into each other as the kiss deepens. Your hands wander all over my back, then end up buried in my hair. I feel your desire as we kiss. I hold you tighter, as you break the kiss, to rain more all over my face and neck, leaving a love bruise as you move. I return the bite, marking you as mine. As much as I hate breaking the moment, I have plans and I intend to carry them out. I move out of your arms, and walk over and pour us both a glass of wine. You grab a strawberry on your way to.