If I can’t make a deal with you, I’ll have to find someone else.” Her eyes filled with tears. “Or anyone else. Whoever will pay me.”I reache... over and patted her shoulder. “Alright, don’t cry. What did you have in mind?”Roach fumbled in her pocket for a Kleenex and blew her nose. “I don’t know exactly. Maybe $50 for a handjob, $100 for a blowjob, $200 for straight sex? Does that sound reasonable?”My head was spinning. Reasonable? How the hell would I know? I’d never paid for sex in my life. “I. "Do you mind me seeing your accounts and emails, you know, they may be personal?" she asked as she pulled another chair over to the computer desk and sitting him down beside her."No," he said. "No secrets between us. You get to see it all."There was a mountain of emails, most of which were to be deleted, and none required an early answer. Then his current account, and the account into which fed the royalties for his songs and recordings. She gasped when she saw it, and the steady stream of. Wilson. Your reports, and the tapes of the 911 calls that you and Bobby here made that night, helped us know what went on." We're all grateful for what you did, ma'am," offered Collette respectfully."Well you are all most welcome," Muriel replied."Ms. Wilson..." said Julie tentatively, "Mr. Harris is helping me get some of my stuff from home." She jerked her thumb at the trailer across the street. "I'm going to be staying with Collette and her family for a while. I wanted you to know so you. ” With that he gestured for her to lead the way and followed her to his large office towards the rear of the building. Once there, he offered her a seat at the board table which occupied one half of the spacious room, with him sitting, as always, at the head of the table. After pleasantries, Carolyn got down to business, detailing the few monthly specials her company always had on offer, before Robertson abruptly interrupted her. “Carolyn, every month you offer me these specials as though I am.