. . .Want to feel good?‟ she smiled, offering me one of the tabs. „Ecstasy,‟ she explained to my look of incomprehension. „Get shot of all that aggression.‟ „No thanks. I like to remain in control of my emotions.‟ She shrugged, tossed the condoms and one of the tablets to her escort who swallowed it with a swig of wine from the opened bottle beside the bed, did the same herself and dropped the remaining tab back in the pot. „Thanks, Pete,‟ she laughed over her shoulder. Her gigolo waved goodbye from the bed as she lunged. The calculating bitch! All she‟d wanted from me was the security of having someone in the place while she was being screwed.". . . Read More