‘Morning.’ She said after her first sip. Her hands surround the cup, drawing its heat into her. ‘Morning.’ His left arm stretched out and curl...d to look at the gold plated watch. ‘I’m sorry for last night.’ ‘No reason to apologize for what another man did.’ ‘I’m apologizing for what I did. I know you didn’t want to have to console a hysterical woman.’ Blue eyes rose and then his wide shoulder moved in a deliberate shrug. His hands running through dark wavy hair. A habit. A device to shield. This one time only. You've got to promise me you'll stop betting, though. It's ruining your life." All right. For you, darling, I'll stop betting." She missed the cunning gleam in his eyes. He kissed her again and continued, "Want another drink before the old geezer gets here?" No. I'm okay. Just you..." Her words were cut off by a timid knocking at the door.Jack hastily rose from the bed and blew her a kiss as he left the room. "Just go along with anything Ben wants and it'll be over. "Four hundred and seven pounds." That was well overtwice what I'd ever been able to lift before."Interesting," was all Dr. Alvere would say before having me start onsome other tests, including running on the treadmill. I had to havethose stupid monitor patches on me for all of them though and grew moreand more frustrated as the session went on for over another hour.Finally I spat, "No more. I just want to be me again." I glared at heras if it was all her fault, though about to burst into tears. When I left Mary Ellen's boutique and high end antique store, I went home and checked to see what all had been disturbed. I would bet my ass the place had been searched. If so, they no doubt found several minor things, but probably not my bug out money because it wasn't in the apartment. I moved it around from time to time. I did that because the classic story about gray money. It was about the fellow who had a hundred grand in the spare tire of his old truck. He had an accident in the truck,.