But these CFM people are nothing but whacko extremists," Inez had declared, putting it quite succinctly.Now, apparently, I had their latest newsletter...in my hands. "Open it to page four," Dave directed me.I did so, and there, about halfway down the page, was the source of Dave's amusement. There was a brief mention of Lightning in a Bottle ... endorsing us as "wholesome entertainers," based on a couple of eyewitness accounts and "a very nice article by Roger Duncan of the Star-Ledger, which. A good choice as her lovely tanned legs were in full view.She told me about the business and how it works, it was basically an Airbnb for people that liked a bit of company during their stay which suited me fine. All hosts are listed in the directory with photos of the accommodation and the host, you have a bio that lists useful information about yourself and visitors then book their stay through the site, the company take their 20% and I get the rest, it all sounded so simple really.As we. After a few moments I suggested he come inside. He eagerly accepted my invitation. I could feel him staring at my backside as I climbed the small set of stairs that led to the living room in my split level home. He mentioned how beautifully it was decorated and asked if I had had a professional do it for me. I smiled and thanked him and added that I did it all myself. I motioned for him to sit and joined him crossing my legs and allowing him a nice look at my legs. He was a little nervous. If you accept another offer, I’ll...!Mr. H. didn’t have to spell out just what he would do. The Vegas desert was supposedly littered with the bodies of shady, backstabbing, lowlifes. I had no wish to occupy a similar unmarked grave.[Part three] AftermathThe heat waves shimmered in the distance, inexorably rising off the sand in an unmerciful display of Mother Nature’s authority. At the moment, Ambassador Horse was nowhere to be found. Off to the left, the constant cacophony of the Vegas.