Who is it?"The two men looked at each other ? and grinned."Why, you of course," Rob stated matter-of-factly. "Dear Lady, afteryour performance this mo...ning, you could write your own ticket anywhereon LaSalle Street. I'll do anything I have to do to keep you."He gazed at me with a whole lot more than professional interest."Anything. Anyone who can make us one hundred fifty-seven milliondollars and change in the morning, then show up that same evening,looking like a supermodel for her date with. "Welcome to Mr. Naughty's."I took another look around. The faces that looked back at me were all lost. I didn't know any of the people in front of me but somehow I knew they were important. Each of them were there for a reason, something more than just taking what I had to say and publishing it in whatever they produced. Somehow they were ... witnesses.I shook off the feeling and began my prepared speech."Ladies and Gentlemen, Newspapers and Magazines, welcome to Mr. Naughty's. A store for all. She leaned close to him, lighting the cigarette from the lighter held forgotten in his hand. He could hear her breath, and the faintest sizzle as the tobacco caught. Taking a drag, she exhaled the bluish smoke, and they were both enveloped in a hazy cocoon. Tom ordered a couple of sandwiches and coffee. They sat there on the table getting cold as he and Helena found themselves drawn into a conversation about everything and nothing. Helena felt very comfortable, yet not at all comfortable,. There were four rooms upstairs, a bathroom and three bedrooms. The bathroom was first on the right, then my room, then mom’s room and finally the spare bedroom. The registers were not on the floor upstairs as they were downstairs. They were actually on the walls about a foot off the floor. There was one connecting the bathroom and my room, my room and mom’s room and mom’s room and the spare bedroom. The hot air from the furnace would come up and some heat would go in one room and some in the.