" Like, I don't have my ID on me. I can't prove that I'm Cindy Xia rightnow. If I pull out my wallet, I have your ID. But legally, it's Cindythat owns...the car. And pays for the insurance." I'll let you borrow it anytime you like," I joked."It's not like the police can scan your soul to confirm your identity. Ifeel like all of my possessions have been stolen, in addition to mybody."I wasn't really deep into philosophy, so every sentence she said to mewas a new thought."I promise I'll give them. It’s your turn to give me a list. The one’s not on the list will be fired tomorrow.’ I picked up a pen and a memo slip and wrote down three names. ‘Just three?’ she asked. ‘A lesbian, a gay and a baby bimbo?’ ‘Very good people and most importantly very talented people. The Clio nomination came directly from them. No one else at my end has done a lick of work since I got here. I will need six more people soon and eventually twelve but I know where two of them are. It will not take much to steal. One evening in my car kissing like teenagers with hands roaming. This might start that way, but could go well beyond. Was I ready for that? Subject: kiss Dear married and lonely: I can relate. I am near the upper end but still within your desired age range. I am also married, also lonely, also needing a discreet friend to fan the flames and make sure I am still alive. My first wife died and I remarried, but I apparently exist to make sure she has money to spend and can spend time with her. Hop up here."Chad wasn't at all happy about having to sit in the highchair. Once init, he couldn't get out unless someone let him out. But he had nochoice in the matter so he slowly and cautiously approached the chairand climbed up into it. Sandy brought the seatbelt around him andfastened the ends together. Then, while he was holding his arms in hislap, Mel snapped the table top down and pushed it tightly into placeagainst him. He was trapped into the darn thing again. He wiggled abit.