For the next few days, they had enthusiastically been crawling through my code, and several times I had to explain what was happening to them. Finally...one day, they came to me about a particular section of the code. Lou said, "Vlad and I have been puzzling over this for quite a while, and haven't been able to figure it out."I studied the listing for a few minutes. Although I knew what I had been trying to do, the code didn't make sense to me."Well done. It looks like you have found an error. They finished two bottles of pinot grigio with dinner and then split one Tara Misu between them for dessert. Miriam was enjoying herself even when the young black valet ogled her bare legs a little too long when he was helping her into her husband's new black Mercedes."We're going to the Zebra Lounge over at the Holiday Inn for dancing," Maurice said as he started the car. Miriam didn't say anything.Maurice pulled the car into the entrance of the downtown Holiday Inn and another valet opened. When the noise continued, they started again. In self-defense, Kelly rolled over to search for the clock—and fell out of the narrow bed. As she half-sat, half-lay on the small throw rug beside the bed, it occurred to her that Doris Day never woke up that way in the movies. The alarm clock stopped ringing. She looked up to see her brother, with one hand still on the clock, looking down at her, a big grin on his sleepy face. “Jason Layton, if you say one thing, I’ll punch you. Now give me a hand. ”“What?” Janie looked confused and a bit defensive.“Ethically, I’m on your side,” Caine shrugged. “Anywhere else, I wouldn’t be talking to you about it because you’re right. Here, things are different.”“I am not sure I agree with that,” Janie said slowly, her eyes narrowing a bit in confrontation. Caine sighed again. “Janie, this is a brothel.”“Yes? So? Consent seems like it should be especially important here,” Janie retorted.“It is. That’s the point. He didn’t go spy on anyone on his own. He.