Now her mother was in hospice with little time left.His dad had died a decade ago and that was the last time he’d seen Renee, at the service. In the... meantime, his marriage had gone down the tubes too. But Renee still hung on to hers, the last he’d heard.Living just a day’s drive away, he had a car while Renee had to fly from the other side of the country. He’d already checked into the extended stay place which they decided to share to conserve their not-plentiful resources.“Damn, big sis, you. When drinks were being served, she turned towards her aunt, by now reading a paperback romance, and asked, “What did you mean, about it being a family business.”“Well, you could say that servicing the public is in the blood, at least on the female side. Your great-grandmother started the place back around the turn of the century. She was a mistress to some rich San Francisco banker. Well, he went belly up and jumped out of his window, and when the dust was settled, Granny had title to his. My Story.This happened in the late 70s. I was working on the ferries, every other Saturday night we had a layover of 6 hours. We would go & have a drink in different cabins. This night I was with Max we went into a cabin with lots of stewards & ABs & two stewardess they had been drinking for at least an hour before we got there. No seats left so we sat on the floor facing one of the girls Lucy. She seemed a bit tipsy, her skirt had ridden up showing her stockings tops. Lucy is a good looking. ”I get to her house and she answers the door sobbing.“What’s wrong?” I asked.“I need money again”“Why, aren’t you working?”She began crying, “I was fired!”“Why?”“Well, it’s a long story and I don’t feel like telling all of it right now. I need money, though.”“How much?”“A lot.” she replied.“Ok, well, you know what you have to do, right?”“Yes, yes, fuck niggers, right?”“Right!” “So, you need a lot of money which I’m willing to help you with, but I’m pimpin your white pussy out to black men, do.