"Reach in you pocket. Throw it all in the air over your head." I yelled. I was still pushing his wife as he threw the money over his head. I looked ba...k to see the mob of guys stop. They started to chase the money."OK! Were here. Get in the back lady. Dude! Do you know how to drive?" I said. I held the back door open. She slid across the big black leather seat. She was on the passenger side looking out the window at the group of guys picking up her husband money. "Yes! Why do you ask kind sir?". “Oui. I grew up near Paris. I came to Canada for my university degree on the recommendation of an uncle who immigrated here,” she explained.“Welcome to Canada, then. I hope it’s going well for you. And you may call me Vincent. My daughter’s friends get that liberty.”“It is going well, thank you. Cathy has been a good and helpful friend, Vincent.”“Glad to hear she’s behaving herself and treating our country’s guests well,” I said, “What about dinner?”“Already ordered,” responded Cathy, “Hope. ‘You guys set me up didn’t you!’ ‘Oh come on Grace, you needed it, and what’s so wrong with a clingy puppy anyways?’ Chris put in, making sure Grace knew he was on Nina’s side. ‘So you did set me up!’ Grace was silent for a moment, her mind raced, wondering how she felt, she felt like she should be angry but she really wasn’t. ‘I don’t know whether to kiss you guys or kick your asses.’ Chris and Nina laughed. ‘Why kiss us of course!’ Nina shouted in between her giggles, knowing that if Grace. .you know, fantasy stuff. I didn't care, they were paying for it, I didn't think it was ethical to cheat them or shortchange them. Of course, if they gave their wives the attention that they put into fantasy, they wouldn't need to be sneaking around, paying me. But that wasn't my problem.I just wanted to do them, get paid, and get their asses on their way home..." These guys, now this is about twenty years ago, Syl, 1945, half the women in the world were either whoring or giving it away or.