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I hit a button on e door lifts, and I slide into the fourth slot in the garage It’s dark in here,me ache for sleep “The word is ‘no’ Have Rachelle watch the ranch for you”

“C’mon, man, this is Priscilla Heat”

Marchant is the kind of guy that has a favorite porn star, and Priscilla Heat, the lasered, lipo’d two-time World Boner Ainner, has been Marchant’s ultie

“I get it, dude, but use Rachelle” Rachelle is Marchant’s right-hand woman She can watch the caot Richard on the ground Richard and a tea-ass bouncers

“Rachelle is out,” he says sourly

“What do you mean, she’s out?” I know for a fact she lives at Love Inc, Marchant’s fluffy bunny brothel

“I mean her sister died Rach won’t be back till October first”

I rub my eyes “Then tell Priscilla Heat to wait a week”

“She won’t” Marchant’s voice is low, alrowl

“Why not?” I throw hts blink on

As I reach up to pull the cord that turns the autoht off, I hear another puff, a pause where Marchant hesitates Then he lowers his voice another octave “She wants you here, ht with you and shoot the video here all week It’s ”

I lean eatjet as I start to understand

“You need the money”

“I didn’t say that”

“Dae ofyou to one of your beds No hts, either”

I’ around and heading out toward I-215

MARCH AND I met at Tulane, at the frat house I had a shitty attitude because I joined under pressure froh sorority girls like an asseht I was an uptight prick But so rooood since