“I don’t see you out there racing,” I say.“He’s got a point, Bryce,” Ez says.“I’m more of a businessman, and I have no business racing...,” he says.“Besides the fact that Bryce can’t drive for shit,” Ez chuckles.“Oh you can laugh all you want, but who’s the one who promotes all these races and gets people betting their hard-earned cash?” Bryce says. “Speaking of which, word on the street is that someone’s hosting a race this Friday and is throwing around some serious cash.”“And how did you come by. She started spending two hours daily, thus she was making use of her free time to earn money.In the first month, she earned decently good money, which was more than what I had expected. She continued working. One day, I had my classes suspended, so I came early to home, I found Sumithra was working on my laptop. With normal conversation I started asking her what is the target she wants to reach today, she replied like 600+ ads. I sat close to her and looked at the screen to see what kind of. She read them. She sorted them. Some for her. Some for Joe. Some for them both.Since Vyera has returned to England, there had been such a lot to get used to - like what to do with letters? Vyera never received letters - who would write to a slave? Instructions and tasks were a different matter. They were an every day affair, but letters?Vyera picks them up and reads the envelopes carefully. She has to, nowadays. None of the letters look quite right. What they represent has to be sought from. “Yeah Ricky, but I don’t want to have to fuck you six times to get it!” Replied his target. “What?” He stammered. “It’s division. You’ll get it someday. Maybe.” And so the evening went. Beer was flowing freely; booty was shaking all around, and everyone but Ricky and each girl he talked to seemed to be having a fantastic time. I’m a laid-back guy, and I enjoyed the show for the most part, not drinking or dancing too much. But Ricky it seems was not. He foolishly decided it would be fun.