"I haven't confronted him or evendone anything like lock my bedroom door. I didn't want to get Johninvolved or cause Timmy to freak out. So what can I... do? What should Ido?," Harriet said."Oh my gosh," Ruth said, "I need to think, it's so surprising. I thoughtyou were going to say he was sick or something. Well, I guess I agreethat you don't want to tell John. Bless his heart, I doubt if he couldbe at all helpful in this situation." Ruth was thinking what advice sheought to give. She imagined. So I agreed to meet her the following week at a hotel that I would best describe as a fading beauty in a seedy part of old Vegas. Stunning art deco style, but falling apart and on the edge, a very sharp edge between a totally luxurious and gentrified part of the city and a totally destitute one. It seemed poetic that Nikki chose this hotel. Unbeknownst to me, Nikki had put an ad in Craigslist and a couple of other online sources, slutty ads saying she was looking for guys to come use her pet at. He removed his hand, moved my panties back into place, and placed his wet hand at my lips. He watched my face as I licked his hand clean. Then, never removing his eyes from mine, he ran his hand down again and replaced and straightened my dress. He stepped back, and turned on his heel and left. I never saw him again.I was thrilled to be sleeping in the bed of this man. He was a literature professor, and I knew him to be open and comfortable about sleeping with the women students. He had never. . I'll get us out of this, yet." She nodded at Monique, "Who's the long face?" Monique ... meet The Wanzor, Wendy, Monique." It didn't much look like the introduction had much of an effect. Monique had the pasty white look of someone who had been fed too much information ... all at once."Who is she?" The Wanzor asked Vee."Her Dad was trying to get me to do something ... he died." Vee explained."You go, Girl ... why is she here?" She's a prisoner ... sorta." Oh ... is she safe?" asked The.