"He stared at the woman dryly, not recalling her name. He just stood there wondering why she had stopped him. She looked like someone familiar but he ...couldn't place the woman."It's me, Estelle," her eyes softened with a pitiful look. "Come with me," she took him by the hand.He looked at her blankly. He just wanted to go to mission for his soup."We've got to get you something to eat," she stated, leading him across Michigan Avenue to the underground parking. She managed to get him into her car. "I had my faults and I was a true sadist, but I didn't like raping women. I had, on occasion, when the position demanded me to prove my lack of emotional thinking, but I always felt sick to my stomach afterwards.It is what brought me and Rose together some years ago. She was a tiny little thing back then, not yet a grown woman who had proven herself to the Mafia, and Master Lucchese had taken a liking to her. She was, after all, just his type: thick black hair, luminous green eyes, wide hips. They were both ready and I now knew all our sex talk scenes were possibly going to happen, they climbed up onto the sundeck and I followed up and went to our junk bag to get the camera, she only asked that I not show them to anybody she knew or post them online, she then asked me if I was really sure I wanted her to be a another mans slut , of course she knew the answer, she was just having fun saying the words because she never spoke like that except to turn me on, she told him she wanted his. The guy, Rob, Nathaniel recognised from his class, as he did the redhead, Sherry. The other girl, another blonde, he didn't know but soon found out her name was Chloe. Rob and Sherry seemed to be a couple and Chloe was slightly further away from the two, but she was also the one who showed most signs of being restless.Sherry stretched and rubbed a shoulder as though aching a bit and Chloe jumped up and sat behind her and began to massage her shoulders. She appeared eager and Sherry seemed to.