Chapter Sixty Eight
In a jaded society there is very little that any longer holds any shock value within it.
As Oba, Mandal, King and Mal entered the gala, most everyone within the place, as was the custom, turned faces towards the foursome. If Vegas was nothing else, it was the see and be seen capitol of the free world.
Oba alone, usually caused near riots everywhere she went, which of course she reveled in. Mixed nicely with King, who looked like Wesley Snipes, except he was a real honest to goodness killer and Mal, well whatever the hell he was and with Mandal, still holding his as well as Oba’s hand, they GWB shocked and awed the crowd.
The simple fact that most of her clientele knew that the blond beauty was an odd loner, for everybody and their brother had one time or another tri
