Chapter 8

“Hell, yeah, I’m in. Hell-fucking-yeah. Jerry will be, too, I’m sure.”

Now Ivan seemed to beam, no evil in it at all. “I knew I could count on you. Two smart boys, you are. Consider yourself pledged to Sigma Mu. The dues are easy, just loyalty and a little performance, you know? By the way, this is a practice room. I’ll show you the ropes later.” He chuckled. “Ropes, get it? Some of our clients like a little kink, some S&M and such. Right now, though, I bet you’d like a second quick snort, maybe another beer, right?”

Riki nodded. The first buzz had begun to fade a little, letting a few doubts and second thoughts start to creep in on him. He shook his head to scatter them and followed Ivan back to the glass-topped table. Again, in a very short time, he began to feel much better. Life was good and about to get better.3