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place that had class written all over it.
    Room 914 was at the end of the hallway, the second room from the end. Tommy stood before it. He got the key card from his pocket, slid it through the slot, waited for the light to turn green and when it did, he opened the door and stepped inside.
    It only took a moment for Tommy to congratulate himself on his choice. The room was wide, cool and spacious. The carpet was thick, luxurious and a unique shade of blue. The wallpaper was full of scrolly details and almost medieval looking designs.
    It made Tommy feel like royalty.
    The bed was huge, per Tommy’s request, with a magnificent headboard of solid cherry. There was a small sitting area sectioned off from the rest of the room and there was a huge entertainment center along the room’s main wall. To the right there was a door that led to the bathroom. He pushed through it and was momentarily dumbfounded. Now this was a bathroom. Funky stainless steel sink. Giant tub. Separate walk-in shower. Marble floors. Fancy gold fixtures.
    This was the life.
    Vincenzo Romano style.
    Thanks, Vin, Tommy thought to himself and laughed out loud. He walked back into the main room and set the suitcase with the suitcase inside, on the bed. Tommy found the t.v. list and noted that there was an adult movie channel.
    No need for that, he thought.
    That was the old Tommy.
    This was the new Tommy. The new Tommy didn’t have to watch third-rate smut when he got horny. Or surf the Net for cheap talk and crappy jpegs. No siree bob. The new Tommy was much too classy for that.
    The new Tommy wanted a hooker.
    High-class all the way, baby.

7.
     
    “Look at me! Look at me!” Liam Karstens shouted. His voice was high-pitched and filled with excitement. A 7-year old boy having the time of his life.
    He sat next to the man he knew only as Dexter. Initially, he’d been afraid of him. Especially when his Dad had told him to go wait in Dexter’s car. Then, a few minutes later, Dexter had come out and said they were leaving to meet Liam’s Mom somewhere.
    Liam was scared. His Mom had told him to never go anywhere with strangers. He wasn’t supposed to believe anyone when they said it was okay with Mom if Mom hadn’t told Liam about it. But his Dad had said it was okay.
    So what did that mean?
    Mom hadn’t said anything but his Dad had. Now, Liam knew that his Mom didn’t really like his Dad anymore. At one time she did, but not anymore. He didn’t even live with them.
    But he was still Liam’s Dad. So Liam went with Dexter. And now here they were, sitting side-by-side on Jet Skis. Liam had always wanted to ride a Jet Ski. His was yellow. Dexter’s was red. They faced a giant t.v. screen where a water course twisted its way around obstacles and jumps and all kinds of cool stuff. Liam could see crowds of cyber people along the course, cheering him on. This was great.
    The best part was that the Jet Skis leaned side-to-side, rocked back-and-forth and roared. If only Liam’s best friend Zachary could see him now.
    “I got you now, little bitch!” Dexter said.
    Liam ducked his head and looked around. That was a terrible, bad word. No one seemed to notice, though. Dexter’s voice sounded deep and rough to him. Liam was reminded of the singer Lenny Kravitz, who his Mom listened to. Dexter sounded just like him. He looked like him, too. Liam didn’t know too many black people. Dexter had weird hair. Thick and weird-colored. He had a ton of muscles, too. Liam’s Dad, Ted, was skinny and weak compared to Dexter. Liam had never seen a man with so many muscles. It helped that Dexter wore a shiny T-shirt made of the same stuff that Mommy’s dresses had. Silk, Liam remembered. And Dexter’s diamond earrings were huge.
    Liam snapped his attention back to the screen, gunned his Jet Ski and watched his computer-generated image fly by Dexter’s with a spray of digital sea spray.
    Liam laughed in near hysterics. “Yeah, baby!” he shouted with glee.
    “You