.. but it's not, all the money is in boxes, and the boxes aren't here."The cage is impervious. They can't get at the banker because he doesn't live he...e."Anytime a banker is needed, he ports here from Cassandra."Don't these people ever learn?" Jack asked."Now they can't get out because the streets are full of pissed off people," said Seven."You mean, there's no reason for the mob?" Sultry asked."None at all. The robbers can't steal the money ... they can't get at it."Seven said, "Shit .... He was naked as the day he was born, but was a full grown man, yet he had the goofy look of a youngster of fourteen.She picked up a pillow, and threw it at his head. He was still groggy, and before he could react and duck, it hit him square. He laughed.“You want to plaayy?” Jack said, with a wiggle of his eyebrows.“No. You go and get cleaned up instead, and dressed. I'll make your breakfast, and then we can make the bed.”“And then I can make you?” he leered, his smile was a huge grin.“Save. "I have been gone remember, you don't have anyone ready to close on it do you?" I asked."Nothing working on it that I can't push back a few weeks, if I need to," Sylvia informed me."Then it's settled. When Jerrod comes, he can take you there to babysit," I said."He is going to need groceries and a TV at the least," Sylvia said."Bill the groceries to Jennifer, and the TV to the realty company," I said. Every model home needs a big ass, flat screen these days. "I am sure your ex, Peter, has some. "Oh, God," she breaths, "Are they real?"Before I can answer, her hand is on my pecs.I can't help it, I know Martha will be mad at me, but I simply have to doit. Just like Martha has trained me to do for dozens of times, I pump myarms in toward the center of my chest, then I bring my shoulders in towardthe center of my chest. I should have done a quick series of push-upsbefore, to get the blood flowing, but as it is, all I can do is to clench myhands together, hoping to flex my pecs as much as I.