Trisha did not know how to answer Trixie's question right away. But as she would always do, she admitted every little thing to her mentor as she was asking. Her answer might also bring her new knowledge of corrections or realizations. Trixie is a wise woman, as to Trisha's opinion of her, and being in the world of sex service, Trisha was aware that Trixie is considered an all-knowing Goddess. "Honestly?" Trisha started after a deep breath. "I am thankful not to have to serve a lot of men because I am in contract with only one man."Trixie nodded. She felt the same relief for Trisha. "I was hoping for that, actually. I have been worrying about you ever since you finished your training," Trixie exhaled a breath loudly. "I even asked your manager to make sure you were given to the best clients their club has. And I am glad things worked out amazingly."Trixie raised her mug lightly to cheer Trisha. She did pull some strings, but to her best relief, even if she did not do such things, t
Without concealing her true and honest feelings, Trisha replied without hesitations."I am beyond grateful of him," Trisha drew in a deep breath and continued. "I cannot imagine how I am doing right now if I have not met such a kind man. I know we are client and service girl bonded, yet, I am more than just thankful. He is so considerate. He is not even too old to be out of women to take my place and do my job without formalities of contract, but maybe since he knew what reasons I had to be working at Sweet Haven. He even protected me when his sister came to pay his home a visit blaring the doorbell to breakage as we overslept." Trisha giggled at the moments while they were preparing to go down, hurriedly getting clothed.Trixie's ears stood in attention when she heard the sister. It gave her a slight hint of possible danger-causing Trisha at the moment. A bit absurd but still possible. "What do you mean he protected you?" Trixie managed to make her voice sound nonchalant, although
"Mom, I have someone here to visit you today!" Trisha happily greeted her mom as soon as she and Trixie got into the ward. "She is a very good mentor of mine," she added with pride.Trixie smiled and walked closer to the sickbed to see Trisha's mother's face to greet the lady in the bed. She saw from the patient's chart the name was Elaine Silver. Age was forty-six. "Hi, Elaine! I have been longing to see where your daughter got her beauty. Now I know," Trixie greeted with a cheerful heart. "Can I borrow your daughter as mine while you're still in here? She will be my daughter until you get better."Trixie winked at Trisha. The latter smiled. "Thank you," Trisha whispered, then turned to her mom, who was still unconsciously lying on the bed. "So please don't worry about us, mom, okay? Just rest and get better; we will have a good meal together.""Yes, yes, that is right," Trixie eagerly agreed. The caretaker came. Trisha almost forgot there was supposed to be right beside her mom w
Claudette Murphy came back after having her lunch. Just like she said, she did not take long. Not because she wanted to see the two leave soon, on the contrary, she wished to spend more time with Elaine's daughter, Aleah Silver, in case the girl had anything to ask about her mom's conditions.But Trisha was satisfied with her mom's progress, she could also see her mom was well attended. The nails were neatly trimmed, fingers and toes. Her hair was neatly combed. She also asked the nurses some things about her mom when someone came for a regular round check. All in all, the young Silver was confident and more than just satisfied. The lady Claudette was no doubt a reliable one to leave her mom's care into. The sincerity and concern need not have to be said verbally, Claudette Murphy's assistance was more than enough to convince her that she is doing her job perfectly for anyone in doubt.A sound of a ringing phone blended in the conversation between the three ladies. "I think our ride
"Sir, yes, sir," Trisha answered with suppressed giggles as she intentionally made her offense count more. Denny gasped in disbelief at Trisha's replies. But he did not miss to notice that she was intentionally addressing him the way he did not want to be addressed."Ohhhh, honey, you are being so naughty again," Denny's voice became even lower, almost guttural as he spoke to Trisha with his excitement starting to rise up. "Yes, I understand, Sir..." Trisha did not wait for Denny to say anything more as she pressed on the red button to cut the call. Then she turned around to look at the two ladies with her in the room as she turned about-face and took a few steps away when she answered the call. Her tone was polite, so Trixie and Claudette did not feel anything wrong with her way of conversation with the person on the other line. "We have our ride waiting for us downstairs," Trisha informed Trixie, then she turned to smile apologetically to Claudette. "I'm so sorry we have to go no
"Hi! My name is Angela Wade," Trixie introduced her name properly to Denny. "Denny Vero. Nice to meet you," Denny courteously replied.He stood up from his seat as soon as he saw Trisha walking over with a lady behind the waiter. "My husband will be joining us for lunch; I hope you do not mind," Trixie announced as she shook hands with Denny."Of course not. I owe so much to miss this chance to express my gratitude," Denny politely replied. Then he looked behind the two ladies to check where the husband was. "Where...?""He will be here any moment, and I will have to fetch him by the lobby to make sure he finds us," Trixie answered.Trixie noticed he was looking around and was about to ask where her husband was, so she did not make the man wait; she answered before Denny got to finish his question. Denny smiled and nodded."Please have a seat," he guided the other lady to a chair he pulled for her to sit down.Trixie smiled. She was impressed. This man seems to be well-mannered, col
His answer made Denny think of what Don Carlo could be doing for a living. And there are possible answers that he could think of, but he never took this very stylish and attractive man according to his age. Ever since Don Carlo arrived, Denny discretely studied his features. Denny also noticed the gap between the couple's ages. Don Carlo has a blend of black and white complexions of his neatly trimmed, clean haircut. His face seemed to be smiling all the time, especially when he looked at his wife. His voice and tone are soft. And doting his Angel was as patent as the rhythmical throbbing of his pulse. And the lady was not only receptive, but she was also equally responsive and expressive. They indeed are a couple by heart. Had they not mentioned their last names when they introduced themselves, Denny would have never known they were not legally married. Not that he minds, but they are so romantic even in their ages that no one would ever doubt them as deeply in love with each other
"Who sent you!?" Denny asked in a calm, fierce tone. The guy tied in a chair felt annoyed that this question kept being asked the same questions to which he honestly had the same answer."Just like I have told everyone else, I know her by the name Lady Red," the captive spoke with an exhausted face. Don Carlo and Denny looked at each other. Denny was trying to see if Don Carlo had any idea who this Lady Red might be. But the older man shook his head. So, Denny turned to the man to the chair again."Why would you do it? Money?" Denny asked with a sneer again."I didn't want to," the guy told them everything Caroline told him. "So, she promised to give you money?" Asked Don Carlo. "How, where, and when?""She was supposed to call me. But I guess I had lost my phone when one of your men attacked me," he sounded worried and relieved at the same time. If he had his phone and Lady Red called, he would have to answer her call. And he won't be able to report his failure. A minor delay in