They didnt work well, they looked terrible, and clients didnt care for them. They had no motivation other than to get high, and they had to be high to... function at all. It was also expensive to keep up with their drug habits. That was money out of Richs pocket just to keep the girls functioning. The same would go for alcohol. To Rich, alcohol was just another drug and would be treated as such. Rich had watched Frank break numerous girls. He would beat them senseless, humiliate them, terrorize. I reckon ya did a deal."George gulped. "I dain't know..."Tony clicked his fingers and a shower of blows rained down on the immobile man, who cried out in pain as his face, ears, chest, legs and groin were pummelled. "Where the fuck is she?" I was asked," George finally confessed, groaning as he spoke. "P'lice said. If I get Annabel to them and talk I go free. But I dain't ask and she ran away. I didn't wanna be tied up and beaten up for grassin' ya up." Where is she?" I dunno," George told them. ”“Missile? I thought we were flying in an airplane,” laughed Brenda. Deke first thought she was serious and had his mouth open to explain when her laughter finally registered. He turned slightly red as he joined in the laughter.Suddenly remembering his luncheon in Seattle Hawk handed Maria Sarah’s business card, and asked, “Hun, will you call Sarah and introduce yourself. Tell her we’re still interested, but we’ve got to make an urgent trip to DC.”“I’ll take care of it. Geeze! Now he’s got me. I wore a blue sheath dress with silver shoes and jewelry. As I walked into the hall I know I was nervous. My rare interactions with boys gave me no guideline to follow. Most of the other girls had dated, had brothers, and so on. They knew what to do. I was with several other girls, just listening to the music. Only a very few couples were dancing, most of the boys on one side, the girls on the other. It was a prime example of a meat market in action. I saw him coming, we all did. The question.