I poured another glass of wine and contemplated the two pictures.Suddenly I remembered where I had seen her before. I had returned tothe house late on... evening and had glanced into the lounge as I walkedto the stairs. There was a group of women closeted with Laura, talkingand drinking wine. Seated in an armchair facing the door was Amy. Shelooked at me and smiled as I passed the open door and I gave her aperfunctory nod in return. Only when I saw her again in the restaurantdid the memory. This could just be a place where they give nice, relaxing massages. You could use a massage. You’re tense. Just go on in there, get a massage, and let anything else that happens, happen… His thought process was interrupted by a voice. ‘You want a massage?’ she (it sounded like a she, at least) asked him, in thickly accented English. He nodded, before realizing she wouldn’t be able to see. ‘Yes,’ he said, his voice suddenly difficult to summon. ‘One hundred dollars. You have money?’ ‘Yes,’ he. I spread my thighs slightly so I’m in a more comfortable position. I glanced at James. It was the first time I tried to look at him. “Hi. Sorry for being locked up in this room with you. I know you need to be somewhere tonight,” I started. “Don’t be sorry. I kinda like the privacy since I really want to talk to you,” he says. “Really. About what?” I asked him. “About you. About us. About how you feel and about how I feel,” he replies in a really sweet, sweet tone. “Do you like me?” he. The Strip was busy and when a nice, expensive car with a bunch of guys drove up and asked me to get in, I knew I was gonna have some fun. They asked me how much and I told them I'd do all four of them for a hundred and they asked if that meant anything, and I told them, yes, it did, and the car sped off while music blasted out into the beautiful spring day, and we ended up parked in an empty space behind some old buildings, and it was quiet with no one around, and when they pulled up I was.