Wolfe in their private spot in the forest. “I brought you some jam.” She said, presenting him the red jar. “It’s cheery.” She added, blushin... unexpectedly.Mr. Wolfe took the jar, smiling. He opened the jar and brought it to his nose to smell. “I’m sorry I didn’t bring something to put it on so you can try it.”“I’m sure I can figure something out.” He said with an evil smile. He used his two fingers to scoop some out and taste it. “Delicious. Here, try some.” He said scooping more out and. I was quickly discovering why the working girls liked it down here.I slowly rolled up to the edge of the driveway only to discover that it was actually a large gravel covered parking area. I stopped my car where I could see the back of the silver Toyota. About half of the parking area was lite in a dim ghostly glow from the street lights a half block to the west, but where the Toyota had stopped was in the middle of a black hole of shadows cast by the huge cottonwood trees that lined that. ”“See those doors there,” Marty pointed. “Go through when you’re ready.”“That’s where the lap dancers are?”“No. That’s where the brothel is.”“What! A brothel! This isn’t Nevada.” That surprised Josh. A lot of things had changed since the President’s announcement all those years ago, but still ... a brothel. Here?“This is a private club. Apparently that makes it legal.”“That’s a new one on me.”“On me too,” Marty commented. “I’m no lawyer, but apparently it’s true.”Marty let Josh go first.. Catherine Hughes, type-A over-achiever. If we hadn't been friends for our entire lives, I would have been questioning why we were friends in the first place. Where Cat is decisive and wants to be the Governor of Texas who repeals the death penalty, I am the most aimless woman on the planet. Or at least I feel that way.Sure, I want to go to art school, but I also really love that old house. And I really kind of like my job, at least when Ray isn't around. I guess I don't really know what I.