“Hey, guys. Got room for four more? “ David asked.“Boss, we will, but we will be working the whole day.”“So I pay you. Is that so bad? Where... is that driver for H&S?”“Sitting in his truck. Barbara did a blood test of him and found out he had the clap. He has to figure out how to explain it to his wife.”“Why did he get a blood test here?”“Cause Helen told him he couldn’t fuck anyone here if he didn’t have a STD test as of today. Barbara pulled it and found it.”Hmm. My people are changing my rules. "Stacy grit her teeth as she spat out those words, the idea of letting the little geek get between her legs was so appalling."Are you sure?" Neil said, "You understand that I can have you anyway I like?" Yes, but you have to give me the treatment first." Stacy said, a little quickly."How do I know you won't just walk out afterwards?" I promise, if I did that you would never let me have another treatment." That's so very true Stacy, okay I agree."Stacy sat down in the recliner thinking about how. It was late and the car would be here soon to take her to the estate. Earlier I'd removed his rings from her and replaced them with small studs. Tomorrow I'd put my rings on her and then, apart from giving her a slave name, she'd be mine. I'd felt that this was needless and melodramatic, but Serena had been adamant. We'd almost had our first real fight. Once more I'd reflected that Slave and subservient were not necessarily synonyms. Finally she'd wheedled me into agreeing and then she. Now it’s all fucked up.It’s shot to hell.Yeah, yeah, my shit’s fucked up.It has to happen to the best of us.The rich folk suffer like the rest of us.It’ll happen to you.”-Warren Zevon, “My Shit’s Fucked Up“Hi, Susan again. Since this part involves me a lot, I’ll be trading back and forth with The Masked Person for some of it. (I’ll tell you when it’s me, just to keep things clear.)I was in the master bedroom of the La Contessa suite at the Seattle Hotel de San Finzione. The penthouse suite had.