"Of course and you have to suck them as well, after all you've done itenough times before haven't you? Don't you remember that you havespecial shoes ...for it? You'll spend most of the night on your knees soyou wear your very special shoes for it, you know the ones you alwaysthink are especially sexy."She laced shoes onto my feet that had such high heels that I had tostand on tip toes, so high in fact that she had to help me stand."Oh Mistress, I don't think I can walk in these shoes," I told. "To be sure, clever one, but can everyone give you three wishes?" "Wishes?" said Coyote. "What sort of wishes would these be?" "Anything you like, oh peerless predator," said Momma, smiling hermost winning smile. "Say, for example, that you wanted an unlimited foodsupply . . . we can do that." "Sounds good. What would I have to do in return?" "Just let us go," said Momma, beaming brilliantly. Her daughtersbeamed, too. "Oh darnitall!" said Coyote. "I can't do that." "Can't . . . can't . . . why. I started to look around again, and something strange occurred to me, there wasn't a single man in the entire bar. Just women and then Becky returned with my wine, and the menu."Here you go, I'll be back in a few minutes to take your order," she said, then walked over to another table to take some other women their drink orders."Wow, this can't be a lesbian bar." I thought, but I already had a glass of wine, and the music was good, so what could it hurt. Besides, it's not like I was going out. “What! I’m busy,” I said.“How does fifty grand annual sound to you?” he said.“Money? A job? Fuck you,” I said. “Stacey is worth way more than that to me. Tell her that. Maybe it’ll make her feel bad about dumping me for a player like you,” I said.“Man you are something for damn sure,” he said.“I didn’t ask you to come here and offer me money as some kind of consolation prize. I never want to see your ugly face again. Do I make myself clear, asshole!” I said.“Yeah, I guess,” he said.“Fuck you.