Mr. Wilson used to go out and find bad ladies on street and from paper. Not much but sometimes. Then two times Mr. Wilson get beat up by different bad... lady's man and lose all money in wallet." Pia moved the covers around on the bed. "I no want Mr. Wilson to get hurt, but know Mr. Wilson still a man. I rent videos, I see how give pleasure. Mr. Wilson fight me first time -make me stop. Throw me out of room, say he fire me I ever try do that again. I know not true. I catch Mr. Wilson when he in. She kept laughing at me. After sometime she brushed my hair and said “My baby…you still are very shy.” That words from her made my chest swell in pride. “I’m not.” I told her defensively. She stopped the car on a loner street and looked at me “then prove it.” She said patting her lips with her finger. I knew what she was asking. I took a gulp in my throat and started at he lips. I shook my head in cowardliness. She grabbed my face in her palms and leaned in. I shut my eyes to save the moment.. "What should we do first? I'm sure Danielle has already showed Rosie your guyses room." Danielle nods her head up and down and takes another drink."What about a game?" Ronnie asks, grabbing a deck of cards from the kitchen counter. "I've been practicing up on my poker skills, Texas Hold'em style." He grabs a beer for himself and one for me from the fridge and sits on the couch next to his wife.Rosie giggles. "Strip poker?" She asks still giggling. I look at Danielle and we both shrug. "That's. If he wanted to make money by turning tricks, he had to dress the part.He looked at his image in the full-length mirror positioned in the hallway. He still had it! Golden brown hair cut in an attractive pageboy style. He had a face that could only be described as pretty. Mistress's strict diet and exercise program had reduced his weight from a manly 183 pounds to a more attractive 147 pounds. A perfect size eight!Jamie picked up his shoes and softly tiptoed down the hall to the bedroom. He.