The band was just setting up when I entered, so I took a seat at the nearly empty bar, and ordered a tall rum and coke to settle my nerves. That first...drink went down faster than I wanted, so I ordered another, then another still when the bartender pointed to the gentleman who had paid for it. By then I was no longer nervous, and good thing because the gentleman was Jamul, and he was sitting in a booth with a big charming, and yet, shit eating grin on his face. He looked different somehow, and. "I'm not going to do any more testing, Janet. If I let it, this thing will take over my life and I don't intend for that to happen. I know you and Dr. Austin still have a million questions, but I've decided if other interested parties are watching anybody, it's you and your program. If there are any breakthroughs coming down the pike in the form of paranormal communication, it'll be from research institutions like yours, not from a John Doe like me. I plan to get below everybody's radar and. I had converted our once dark damp cellar into a sort of games area and bar with soft lighting and a superb sound system that was a great place to have a party.The day flew by and caterers and deliveries of booze arrived and the scene was set for a great night, so we both showered and changed and awaited the arrival of the selected guests.Soon the party was in full flow the beer and wine was being consumed in vast quantities as was the food, the ladies were dancing away whilst us blokes watched. Mom wasn't gonna pay for extra stuff for me." She paused. "Unless. Why? D'you want me to change it?" She turned and looked at me."Oh, no, baby," I answered. "I'm a sucker for it just the way it is. Women pay a lot of money to get hair like you have naturally."That got me a smile. And a twinkle. And a question that sat me back. "So tell me how this hand job thing works..." What?" Hand jobs?" She looked at me, eyes a-twinkle. "I heard Mom an' whoever ... I assume it's somethin' that the girl does.