Now get your ass over here and don't keep me waiting."I said "OK, I'll be right over." Martin said, "Dress like you want to get fucked, baby. You know... I want you to walk in here looking like you want to get raped. Can you do that, Linda?" I sat up, smiled and said, "Oh, I think I can manage that." I hung up the phone and got up. I saw what I wore the night before on the floor and thought to myself, "You want a cock-hungry whore, Martin, I'll give you a cock-hungry whore."I picked up my red. The trapdoor was properly secured when I opened it to go upstairs.”“Good. Very good. Now I’ll see what’s there before someone can make a mess of any clues there are.” The Colonel smiles and walks up the stairs. He closely examines the trapdoor on this level, but sees nothing he shouldn’t see and nothing he wasn’t expecting to. Ten men stayed in this room on guard through the night and they heard nothing. If they had it would’ve been reported and investigated. The outer floor of the upper room. I just told him that I was with my kids every other weekend and they came first; he understood.When I did start working for him, I covered special events or meetings at the watering hole when one of his regulars was off. I only worked Friday and Saturday nights so it didn't interfere with my day job.Sal trusted me because he knew I could keep secrets and wouldn't be out to cheat him. He was one of the few people who understood I was happy with my state in life. The bartending job was to get me. Then she said, “I appreciate Steve and how he listens to me and I can say what I think and feel.”Steve smiled at Catherine and I liked how they looked at each other. Then he said how he appreciates Catherine and what a great cook and baker she is and how he appreciates the Mesa and how perfect it was for growing great sensemilla. I knew that Carla didn't know what that was, but I chuckled to learn what he was doing.When it was my turn, I said I appreciated not having the police after me and.