We went to the club by taxi. It was closed. But there was a sign whichpointed us to the rear of the building for "Offices, Stage Door andDeliveries".... We went around the back and up a flight of steps by theloading bay to the Stage Door. The door was locked too, but it wasopened from the inside a few seconds after we pushed the bell."Victoria Silver to see Mr Wilson," I told the guy who opened the door,"we have an appointment at three o'clock." He consulted the list on hisclipboard."Come. He went out and closed the door.Rover stood in the hallway, ready and willing, and waiting for a command.In the front room, Karen was not thinking about her dog yet. But she was still kneeling on the floor and, although she didn't realize it in her despair and frustration, she had assumed a position that was very familiar to a dog--the doggy fucking position!Actually, Karen had never been fucked by her dog, although she had often wondered what it would be like to have that big, hairy dog prick. ”“I’ve read some reports out of Russia about what happened. It’s a miracle the leg was the only thing injured. No, you did phenomenal work, and I will forever be in your debt.”“While I don’t normally like to jump right in calling in favors, I do have one thing I need from you.”“Name it.”“I need a permanent US residence status for Kara,” Taylor said, tilting his head in the girl’s direction.“That’s the ... working girl who helped you?” she said, sounding skeptical. “Senator,” Taylor said, his. The food arrived. Keith had orange juice and a grapfruit. Max had some kindof special that included eggs, waffles, grits, and bacon. "Not hungry?" Iasked Keith."He's a vegan. That's about all they have for him to eat here."I shot Max a look. "Will you let him speak?"There was a moment of uncomfortable silence. I needed to dial it back; if Ipissed Max off too much, then after breakfast he might just decide to leaveme behind."I'm sorry. So, what was I doing when we... uh, met last night?"Max.