In the silence, Gillian asked, “When’s David going to get here?” She gave me a calculated look.I gave a tight smile. “You’ve guessed what I�...�m thinking about David, haven’t you.”She nodded hesitantly, “I’m not sure, but backing your play seemed the best idea at the time.”Karen roused herself and said, “You think David has something to do with this, don’t you? I can’t see how. I was the one who went to him about the possibility of getting the account.”“Jilly,” Christ, I’d started to call her by. Second, her pubic area was bare, and her skin there was noticeably lighter than anywhere else. The rest of her body was a golden tan.Then I noticed something else: Her hands were trembling. “What’s the trouble? I didn’t think being naked bothered you girls.”“It’s not that, sir,” she stammered. “It’s ... it’s ... your gold IDs. Until today, there were only two: Mr. and Mrs. Wilkerson. Those IDs give you access to anything. Furthermore, we’re required to tell you anything, and answer any question. My breaths were slowing, but my chest kept rising and my heart rate galloping. After thirty-odd games I was still no calmer, tension dug into my shoulders and an animal spirit roared in my stomach, desperate to get out. I could have screamed, but I didn't. I was burning from inside. Rattle. Creak. Click. The cubicle door opens and locks behind me. I start to turn to look around, but you're already in control. You push me against the wall and plant your hungry mouth into my shoulders, a thousand. "I figure you've spent more time crawling around the bars and blues joints than anyone I know, so you've got to be as qualified as anyone in town." Oho, friend Les, you have DEFINITELY got your boy" I cackled, as I tried to keep Joanne from making noise. "I'm available as long as it doesn't involve anything before noon! What kind of income are we talking about?" I heard the figure of five hundred bucks for the day or weekend or something," she said, "but when I heard it was all expenses.