I wished to be anywhere else. Let me melt into a puddle on the floor. But, older brother saved the day once again. "Yes, we are," he agreed. "Look man, I'm sorry my brother hit her, he's a shit. But please don't drop me from your client list. I've never had girls like that. And they are pretty too. Especially the blonde." He eyed Kayla critically, "Well, she was. Do you think her nose is broke?" John's eyes widened at that, but no, Kayla's nose was hurting and bloody but it certainly wasn't bleeding. John wasn't loosing his touch. The men sat (scooted far away from Kayla and the spreading urine stain beneath her) and worked out the details. Older brother paid the $800 for the 1/2 hour with Kayla and me and the extra $50 fee for damaged merchandise. John never missed a chance for skim.
