The ladies talked back and forth as they scanned the lunch menu. Tiffany’s voice was as tiny as her stature. She seemed almost like a doll, one that... was almost too fragile to touch. As soon as the ladies decided on their selections, I called the waitress back over and we ordered. The waitress picked up our menus and excused herself. Tiffany spoke first.“So Jeff, it’s nice to finally meet you. I have heard so much about you.”“I hope it’s all good.” I replied quickly.“Oh yes, in fact it’s all. When the show was over the dancer went back stage to clean up. Her owner came back and grab her tits. "You ready to fuck now slut?" "You should make good money tonght." He then told her "your first customer is three men. They have booked a whole hour." She looked worried, the last time she had three men they nearly killed her. Now the owner has a glass to watch her so when the fucking gets too rough he can come in and stop them. And he loved watching her be fucked. She was his slut and she was. In my favorite case, a concert pianist lost seven fingers in an accident, I reattached them, and 8 months later he performed a private concert for the Queen of England.The second surgeon said. "That's nothing. A young man lost an arm and both legs in an accident, I reattached them, and 2 years later he won a gold Medal in track and field events in the OlympicsThe third surgeon said, "You guys are amateurs". Several years ago a woman was high on cocaine and marijuana and she rode a horse head-on. ’ ‘This would be the place then.’ I laughed and started to walk around the car. ‘I could show you around if you want…’ Where did that come from? I was going home. He is not my type. Sandy brown hair. Tall. Big guy. Polo shirt, open at the neck. Probably perfectly pressed khaki pants and $300 leather loafers. ‘Hey, that would be great.’ Hooting now from the back seat. What was I thinking? He parks the car and they pile out. A herd of polo shirts and khaki pants. He has these startling blue.