CHAPTER TWELVE
The next several months went by like the revolutions on a merry-go-round. Scenes and moments blurred before my eyes, so it’s difficult to remember exactly what happened when. I remember the phone calls at all hours of the day that would jerk me from whatever I was doing so I could attend to the man who called me slave. Theo seemed to have a sixth sense about when I would be free enough to do his bidding without the absence damaging my job.
“A place called Easy Street, you know the one?” he said one afternoon.
I did, although I’d never been there. It was an upscale bar with a kinky kind of clientele, from high class hookers, to movie stars and movie moguls. A place perfectly suited to Theo.
“I know where it is,” I answered.
“Meet me there in one hour in the red wig, you
