No one seemed to have a bad word to say about the man. She had seen him in person only once, about a year earlier, at a community event. Dark hair, ev...en darker eyes, over six feet tall, good looking, charismatic, and she could see why people might be drawn to him, just not enough to surrender themselves, body and soul. From that one sighting, whenever she read about him, she thought of him as the Prince of Darkness. Still, she was curious. He was fascinating, intriguing and even though she was. He raised his glass and said "Cheers. Here's to adventure and excitement". He looked at me as he took a long sip from his drink and I knew immediately that he was hitting on me. It was unexpected but exciting. My heart beat faster as I finished the whiskey. He drained his glass too. I thanked the barman tipped him and said goodnight. The guy did the same and said "I may as well quit while I'm ahead too."He followed me out of the bar and we found ourselves in the elevator. I hit the 12 key and. No jewelry, no makeup, nothing. Thatwas the way Daddy liked them. The only distinguishing mark each girl had was aserial number tattooed to the inside of her left thigh.As Jasmine thought about this, she glanced under her covers and stole a peakat the inside of her left thigh. It was bare. That, thought Jasmine, was whatmade her different from the sluts who slept on bare cement in Daddy's basement.Her glance traveled above her inner thigh to her panties, on which a small spotof moisture was. “But it is time for new days, new adventures. Is it not?”“Indeed,” I said.I poured two glasses of wine, one for each of us. I carefully set one down in front of the Commodore; the other I raised to my lips. “To your health and the continued longevity of the Club Fatale,” I said.We both took a long quaff. “1974,” I said. “A very good year...”“So what do you wish to speak to me about, Evan?” he asked.“Oh, just to thank you for accepting me as a member of the Club,” I said, “...and to tell you.