It was Ed’s problem, if it was a problem at all.In the meantime there was the cleanup on the whole tape thing to finish, and it wasn’t going very ...ell.Ed knew enough never to ask the man too many questions. The guy said he was from Brooklyn and maybe he was, but his accent and his name suggested he, or at least his family, came from somewhere on the other side of the Atlantic. Ed checked his watch. Better hurry it up. Like most bosses or wannabe bosses, Vladimir didn’t like to be kept. "Do I meet your expectations?"Naruto swallowed, wondering how to tell her that she had utterly destroyed any expectations he might have had in his wildest dreams.An angelic face perched above succubus' body.A study in contrasts."I'll take the string of drool as a yes."That snapped him back to reality."Sorry." He apologized as he wiped off the- God this is embarrassing!- line of drool that trailed down to his chest. "The new look kinda caught me off guard." I'll say." She drawled lazily as she. ," Marcus groped for words. Never before had he encountered someone who wouldn't wish. Some had been greedy, others amazingly altruistic, but none had ever refused outright. "But that's not possible. Everybody wishes for something." I don't," she said firmly."Why?" Because for one thing, I'm sure there's a catch. If I asked for a raise at work, someone would be fired so I could have it. If I asked for a new apartment, someone would be kicked out of theirs." You've read The Monkey's Paw too. “Let me see your back.” she asked.I walked over to where she was sitting and turned around, she lifted my shirt up high on my back.“God Brian, this looks awful, I can’t believe this doesn’t hurt like hell.” she said, sympathetically.“It’s much better, really it is.” I replied.I went into the kitchen and poured myself a cup of coffee, sitting down at the table with her. Today was Tuesday, our normal day off, so I knew I could relax and not worry about the team or game preparations for this.