The place to be. On the way home I sat thinking about things, as you do, what to wear, what it would be like, what sort of people would be there etc. ...I snapped back to reality when my phone went, a text from the boyfriend James. He said that he had to work late so would be late home a little later than normal and did I want him to bring any food home. James is a good man, a quiet man, always looking after me as I need. I replied to him to bring a takeaway home and I would see him there.Back. “Get going, bitch” he hissed, plopping back down in his chair.Angel managed to pull herself upright and head out of the main building, down the walkway to room six. She pushed the key into the lock and twisted it open. She stepped inside the dim room and shut the door behind her.+-+-+Two days passed. Angel saw client after client; servicing them their every demand. Her body bruised and weak. She hadn’t eaten since the night Rich beat her. She managed to slip away between clients to stick her. .. that felt like sacrificing a family member. Goddamnit, he thought, squashing the thought ruthlessly. There’s gotta be a way to ensure this works. Mulling the problem over his head as he took care of the cleaning he’d been neglecting since New Year’s, he found himself at a loss. It wasn’t like he had anyone he could ask for advice. Despite their usual bragging about sexual conquests, he knew none of his work buddies had anything useful to offer on the subject. Either married, or perpetually. She shook the long blonde hair from her eyes and stared back at him. Pauline was feeling it too, the energy passing back and forth between them in that quiet moment. It might have reminded Robert of how he and Brenda had looked at each other when they were younger and still brand new to love, but his mind was a million miles away from his wife."Ohhh ... That's so good, Robert ... Thank you..." Pauline moaned with pleasure, which wasn't feigned at all. "Ahhh ... Yeah ... Lower, just a little ....