Vincent melted with adoration as he caught the heady perfume of her blouse closet. He looked down over his ruffled satin bust and his stockings. In a ...ew moments, Phyllis would be using her blouses to play with her little captive. His heart almost stopped when he heard the wheels of her blouse rail squeaking back towards him where he waited for them. Then he saw her selection. Ohhh, her green silk blouse. Her cerise pink satin blouse. And ohhhhhhhhhhh! her white silk bow blouse as well! "Well?". " "And black men aren't well spoken?" "Well...I mean..." "We're not all from the hood, but forget it and for your information, I'm a graduate of Harvard Business School." David couldn't help being impressed. The black man had more impressive credentials then he did. "But porn?" "There's a lot of money to be made in the porn industry. I'm part owner in a company that controls 87% of the adult entertainment stores in New York state, but I don't consider myself a pornographer. I consider myself a. Benjamin. "You plan on taking any artifacts out? You certainly won't have time to study them there."Mueller hesitated, and glanced around somewhat furtively. "Yes," he finally answered. "We will bring out what we can. It will benefit our museums, and we should all get at least one major paper out of it. This monastery represents an era no one knows much about. The current monks just won't speak about it." Is it even legal to bring this stuff back? I know if the Chinese or Nepali catch. He asked a few questions and then had me sign apermission form for him to put me under. While this was going on the nursetook my blood pressure and pulse. We chit chatted while waiting for thedoctor.In less than a quarter hour the surgeon arrived and had me tell him what hewas going to do. He used a marker and put some marks on my chin, throat,and chest. Then he said he would see me in the OR.The nurse had put an IV needle in my left hand and hooked it up to a salinedrip. She told me she was.