”“What the hell am I gonna do with a publishing company?”“Promotions.”“Hmmmm.”“We have to move quickly. Breakthrough’s being bought ...ut any day now. We don’t fail with this plan, Clarence. You’ll make back your initial investment, plus you’ll control a young company with a top-notch editor. Your investment will appreciate.”“Now you’re a banker all of a sudden?”“Wouldn’t you like to go legit for once? Do something positive with your money?”“I have people to answer to too, y’know.”“C’mon,. You’ll see.”She added earnestly, “But I have to have one, extraordinary memory to paste in my scrapbook - before time takes this away from me.” And she gestured down her body again. Her tone told me that she had been obsessing about aging. I said, “That’s bullshit Heather. This guy isn’t a gentleman and what he’s proposing isn’t romantic. All he wants to do is fuck you. And all YOU are going to get out of this are some great orgasms and a few souvenirs of Paris.” I stopped and added, trying to. Alfred was manipulating you through Michelle and they were manipulating me through you. I should have figured it out sooner. I let my ego get in the way, thinking I was so much smarter than Tremont. Shit, even knowing what they were capable of, I almost let us become their victims. I thought I was in control because they never directly told me to do anything. They knew that I would do about anything you asked so they just relayed what they wanted through you. The drug must have made me question. Only the hippie remains awake a little longer, staring up blissfully into the darkness, humming softly to herself as deep inside her, hundreds of millions of sperm cells gyrate, thrash and wriggle on a quest that only one of them can successfully fulfill. She delights in the sound and the smell of her two teen lovers; even their snoring is music to her ears, and soon she joins them in deep, heavy, sex induced slumber… 6:15 AM. Running on only 3 hours’ sleep, an exhausted J.J. pulls into his.