He didn't want to leave her, but he knew that the Brothel was closing down. Hell, it might already be closed. So with a sigh, Big Daddy patted her hip and placed another kiss on her lips, "Alright, Opal-baby, it's time for Big Daddy to go home." He slipped out of bed and walked to where his clothes where, reaching into the back pocket of his slacks to withdraw his wallet. He didn't have to do this, Big Daddy knew that old Man Harris took good care of the girls...but he liked to.<br/><br/>Nothing turned him on more than watching the girls he fucked at night, succeeding in life and knowing that he had something to do with that. Their new car, new house, whatever it was...he liked knowing it all came because of him. He withdrew $350 and laid them on the nightstand, "I'm going to go shower, girly. Go ahead and get your ass home. It's getting late."