I’m not alone when saying I as a reader stop reading a story when it’s clear the story has stopped being about anything other than ‘who’s next....’ This is especially painful when all of the characters act the same - usually a submissive girl with daddy issues who loves sex and has a weird attachment to the male protagonist with some lame excuse involving ‘the alpha male.’ Congratulations, you’ve just put up a neon sign declaring, “I have no clue how to write good characters.” This applies to most. Many I naturally knew including my next-door neighbour, that will be an interesting next meeting!!! Music was playing in the background, it became much louder, time to begin. It was the music ‘The Stripper’ very apt I thought. We retreated into the centre of the room and starting gently dancing sexily. One by one we slipped out of our sheer dresses. The MC Bill invited the guys to make cash donations to us by way of our bras and thongs. We edged around the room collecting notes of all. Angela had been charged by Stella’s father with tidying up and guarding the inside of the house, while Greg (the security man) had been dispatched to guard the outside of the building. Greg’s presence was designed to deter Roger Cooper (or anyone else) from returning to the empty property.Taken by surprise, Angela almost leapt to her feet when she became aware that Stella and Marie were entering the kitchen. “Good morning, Estelle,” Angela said, grabbing the mugs from the table and hurriedly. "You're being naughty again today." I've been corrupted by a dirty old man," she said, her lips still touching his. She finished the kiss and pushed him away."We have work to do," she said firmly."Ride 'em cowgirl," said Bob, grinning.Since the script called for Megan to sit on Mr. Wilson's lap, while they necked, Layla improvised by having Bob sit on a stool, while she climbed up and straddled him. He didn't think it was going to work, at first, but she was so limber that she could use her.