This is the Sex Machine. Some of you have already met her and know what I mean. The rest of you — well, hold on to your balls! “Our dear friend, a...d groom-to-be, Ganesh, requested that I not get a stripper for the party. It seems he didn’t want to risk any hanky-panky the night before his wedding. He wants to remain pure! “I didn’t think it was fair to the guys to ruin our fun, so here’s what happens. Ganesh is tied in his chair and gets to watch what he could have had, because…..” Raghu opened. "Good, good," said Bradford. "You're doing a fine job. But we need more out of you," he said, coming up behind her. She was proud of herself. She didn't flinch away when he put his hands around her waist. After all, they were in the middle of a televised game. The entire scene might be broadcast coast to coast. She didn't want to do anything that might lose her the spotlight.Turning around and hitting the general manager of the team wasn't the kind of thing she wanted going out on nationwide. I was glad to put the shoe on the other foot. “Robert, what do you want?” She asked sternly. “I’m not really sure.” “Something else to hold over my head no doubt.” She hissed with a snotty whisper.She turned to her paperwork for a few seconds while she assessed the situation. She bit her lip a little and softly scratched her face with her long fingernails. She turned a little more in her chair so she could see the couch better and talk to me at the same time. She looked worried.“That should. A course, I couldn't pay as much as they might git with a big bounty, but my pay came every week, come hell or high water, soz they wuz more likely ta do better workin' fer me than they could on their own. All four thought about it fer a while an' agreed that they wanted ta be regularly employed detectives, instead of hit-or-miss bounty hunters. I said that they could also expect a little bonus at the end of a successful job. This sounded right fair play ta them, an' they all knew me, soz we.