"The verdict is right here," the prophet hands me an envelope. "All youneed to know is there, Paul.. you man with two assholes."The prophet winks at m..., grins, and walks away.I start the "girlie prancing," as the prophet would call it.Contradictory emotions within me are screaming to open the envelope. Ifinally succumb to my inner storm and read the following note,"Dear Paul,You have handled the pickup artists well. I have provided you with a newidentity and the financial means to make sure you. Now?" Is that okay?" Sure"We both got dressed and I followed her to her apartment.She has a nice place, an upscale apartment."Would you liek some wine?" Yeas, I think a drink would help" Would you prefer whiskey?" Yes"She poured me a tall whiskey and added some water and ice. She poured herself a glass of red wine and we both started sipping."What's your name?"I'm Randy, what about you?" Sharisse?"Sharisse got up and put on some soft music. Then to my surprise she opened the curtains. The view. Dionysia appeared in front of him. "Tristan you need to sleep." What? Yes I know, but I can't sleep too much is at stake tomorrow and there are so many things that can go wrong." I can help you sleep." No! I have never taken anything to help me sleep, and I never will."Dionysia laughed. "I don't mean drugs." It is very un-computer like of you to laugh, Dion..."He was being shaken. "Tristan, wake up" He opened his eyes and blinked adjusting to the light. "Aesia?" Yes, it is time to get ready.. She approved of his length and girth and decided that his cute backside was just right for pounding her senseless into a mattress or a convenient table top. She wanted to push her finger into his tiny pucker but restrained from doing so because she was afraid it might cause him to become suspicious of her presence.When they exited the apartment, the young man whose name was Jeffrey White from the mailbox in the lobby walked brusquely to the office building right on the corner near the accident..