"Ahh, yes, Miss Andrews, please come in," he said, standing up. Christy smiled, Mr. Baxter was always such a gentleman. She couldn't count the number ...f times he held the door for her or held the elevator so they could ride up to the office together. He always made sure he asked her about her weekend and asked rather than ordered her to get him a coffee, always saying thank you afterward. Mr. Baxter was a pleasure to work for."Please have a seat, my dear," he said. Christy sat down in the chair. He had been back at his apartment for about ninety minutes. He was taking a break from finishing off the report on Fluid Systems that was due in a few days and was about to pop the top on a beer. Then it would be time to fix some dinner. The surprise phone call made him glad that hadn't quite gotten to it."Wow! That was fast. Something must be cooking."He set down the phone and ran into his room to change back into his navy suit that he had worn to his interview earlier that day."What's going. What about the video tape?” There was a long pause and she said, “Well now baby that tape is mine and there is only one copy of it.” I said, “Copy?”She continued, “Yeah I left you the only copy so you could watch it there in the hotel. As a matter of fact all you have to do is push play.” I pushed play and saw myself on the TV being pumped full of big black dick. I stammered, “Oh my god.” She giggled and said, “You know what they say once you go black you never go back.” I asked, “How many?”. I caught a clue by the painted Rising Sun and oriental glyphs all over the case. This case was more like a coffin ... big box ... great big box."What is it?" Arthur asked."I don't read Japanese, but it's really heavy. I think that's weight," as I pointed to some numbers. "If it is I, for sure, don't want it on my boat, 136.5k, that's 300 pounds, I think." My 59 year old Special Forces Colonel was well versed in metrics. In 1955 the only people dealing with Napoleons Measurement were esoteric.