Finally, he said, "You said who lives there?" Yes... who?" Paul repeated.The old man smiled wryly. "But you are joking with me." He lowered his voice ...ntil it was just above a whisper. "Surely, you know... as does every gentleman in all of Paris..."Paul watched him closely as he made a negative head-shake. "I am afraid that I am ignorant then."The old man chuckled. "So... I know now that you are not a gentleman of the night... for that is the Palace of Pleasure... once owned by the nefarious. Maybe she'd brushed this Pacobel guy off a bit too quickly; he seemed like a nice guy, and she could have pumped him for a lot more information about the town.Besides, so what if things got a little hot and heavy? It had been a long time. And, maybe she'd been a little suspicious, anyway; Pacobel hadn't exactly made a pass at her.Still, there was no point in inviting trouble; she decided to dress casual, maybe a little gungy, and stay out of the lounge. She really was tired, and she was getting. 30 pm she gave me missed a call, I took my bag containing projector and a pen drive and went to lisha teachers house by bike, parked the bike in a place where no one could notice. The rain was heavy during that time and called lisha teacher but she didn’t attend the phone, I tried 5 or 6 times but she didn’t. I couldn’t bear the rain and I was shivering. 1 minutes later I received a message from Lisha teacher saying that her husband didn’t eat the dinner as there was a phone call from her. A couple days later I'm in a rented room with a full bar handing drinks to a couple latino and a couple black gang leaders. I expected hood rats but these guys were well turned out and pretty damned smart. I handed out the drinks and said "We all have a problem and I have a proposal on how we could all profit AND have a little fun in the process." They looked at me and at each other and said "Spill it..." I took a deep drink (Oh that burned so good). "I understand we all agree Erin Reagan is a.