. KNOCK ... KNOCK..." Huh ... wha... ?" Mitch mumbled, woken out of a deep sleep by the knocking at his door."Wake up, lazybones." Without even being ...sked this time, his mother opened his bedroom door and stepped into the room. "I don't want you sleeping the day away." As Mitch rolled over onto his back and rubbed the sleep from his eyes, his mother strode across the room and opened his blinds, the early morning sunshine streaming into the room. The last thing he remembered was having another. Ugh, back to the window. I glanced out again, a woman at the bust stop was checking herself out in her make up mirror. You look fine girl, I thought to myself, go get em! Whoever it is you're meeting is gonna be more than happy with the effort you've made today. Apparently her standards were higher than mine, she reached for her lipstick, deliberately circling her mouth with the pink stick over and over again. Good god, I think I have a one track mind, a mind that was now flashbacking. She lay on the strange chair, naked and alone in the middle of the growth equipment room.“Please close your eyes,” PLATO said. He sounded upset– no, hurt– that she had opened her eyes.“I’m sorry,” Marcella replied, closing her eyes once again, “you surprised me, that’s all.”“Do you want me to stop?”“No,” Marcella said firmly, “just make sure no one catches us... you... me... whatever.”PLATO laughed. That startled Marcella and she almost again opened her eyes.“I didn’t know you could laugh,” she. ”“All I’m ask’in. Hell, son. That’s $3 million.”“Yes sir,” I said. “I can give you a deposit now, if you like. Or I can pay you in full by the middle of next week. They told me it may take a few days to arrange large sums of cash.”“Cash,” he exclaimed. “Damn, son. You don’t pay that kind of money in cash. You’d need an armor car just to haul that kind of money.”“Well, how do you want me to pay you then?”“Most people pay that kind of money with a cashier’s check from the bank or make a bank.