My heart was in my throat. It had always been a happy place, full of peace, joy and love. Now it was an abandoned wreck, much like my life. There wasn...’t anything inside, but a litter of cheap whisky bottles; no doubt left by squatters seeking a handy place to drink. In many ways, the desolation of that place was a perfect analogy for my soul.Molly was nowhere to be seen. I didn’t expect her to be there. She had to live somehow. I had no idea where she was. But I knew where O’Brien lived. He had. Just as she started to reach out to take the other glass he threw it in her face. “Champagne is for ladies, not worthless old cunts like you. If you don’t get on your knees and start sucking right away I’m not even fucking paying you.”Joy was shocked, and humiliated, but she needed the cash…reluctantly she got to her knees and unzipped James’ trousers, fumbling around in his underwear for his cock. As she started to suck it, holding back tears, she was shocked at how small his penis was. It. “Okay,” Betsy said.“Where are you taking the barrel?”“To the lab,” Betsy answered.“How?”“I’ll put it in our ... ahhh...” Betsy answered until realizing they didn’t have a vehicle capable of carrying a fifty five gallon drum.She said, “I’ll just take it there.”“We can transfer the fish into a couple of buckets.”Betsy smiled, “The barrel is fine. I’ll only have to make one trip with the barrel.”“It’s a long way to the lab.”“No problem,” Betsy said. “I’ll just run it up there and come back to help. "What else can you tell me about being a pimp?" Well, one problem is other pimps tryin' to move in on your territory. They try to take your ladies away from ya. You know, offer a better cut, tell 'em they'll treat 'em better and such, but my ladies don't fall for that crap. Like I said, I treat 'em right." Have any ever left you?" Yeah, Karen. Big Mike, he's another pimp, offered her a better deal and she went over and starting hookin' for Big Mike. Weren't no time until she was back beggin' me.