He stroked her hand gently. All right? “That’s ’cause they are animals, Mister Fisher. In each cage cowered a shivering girl or woman, all of varying ages, from under ten to over forty. Her bucking hips slowed, then she lay there, panting. “I’ll take this one.” Without another word, he turned on his heel and left. They lay there, exhausted from their lovemaking, and finally drifted off to slumber. Her long red hair was soon soft and silky again, thanks to the shampoo. There was a game room, with a leather couch and a foosball table, a ping pong table, a wet bar, and a wall mounted TV. There was a small coffee table with an ashtray and a little dish of candy and another little dish of dried fruit. She tried to tug him into her room, but he laughed again and kissed her hand.
