"Oh dear." KitKat said.
"Oh dear what?"
"So, how good are you at blow jobs?"
CJ foolishly showed her pride.
"My record is just under ten seconds."
"Really? Do me a favor and get on your knees."
CJ started to do so, then realizes what KitKat wants her to do.
"No!"
"It says here a woman of loose morals. You've got just about the loosest morals of anyone I've ever met, and you just said you can get the job done in ten seconds."
"I'm not doin' that!"
"I can't do it."
"Why in the fuck not?"
"I'm married!"
"So am I!"
"But that's to a woman, it doesn't count!"
"Doesn't count!??"
The old man floated into a very large room that had been transformed into a ceremonial hall. The spirits of the murdered hookers were waiting for him. CJ and KitKat followed.
To be continued.Sorry these are short, the baby won't nap today.