I finally agreed to accept $100,000 as a fee for helping, even though the accounts held almost as much as Zhora’s had.We found my wives and suffered...through another hour of their shopping spree. Teasingly, I reminded my wives that we were flying back, and the jet had a weight limit. They laughed and Janie smacked me on the arm, but they wrapped up their shopping spree and we headed back to the airport. It took two more taxis to get back to the airport than it had taken to get to town. I gave. We figured there must be a connection between Murphy and the two mobsters, Moe and John. We decided to rattle Chantill for more information. We stopped by the check-cashing store the next day. ‘What do you want? I told you everything I knew yesterday? I didn’t do anything wrong. I’m sorry I can’t help you. Now please leave,’ said Chantill. I let Charlie talk seeing she was able to talk with Chantill earlier. ‘Mind if we look around a little? Where’s Dan? We wanted to talk with him,’ Charlie. "Exactly," she said. I awaited her explanation. "There was no sex," she said.A relationship with no sex. A friendship. Yes, their exchanged glances might have been explained by a very close friendship. But that didn't explain the way Martha had been reacting to my curiosity. I wondered if there had been an attraction that they chose not to pursue. I noticed that Martha was watching me think. "You're just going to obsess about this?" she asked."No, of course not," I said.She grinned. "Now don't. First to arrive were Yassir Arafat and his wife Suha. The Palestinian leader although getting on in years had recently joined the "Mile High Club" by demonstrating to Suha that the veteran guerilla leader still knew how to set off "bombs" and trigger "explosions" in a "confined" space. However, a neutral cock would have difficulty in describing Suha Arafat's cunt as a "confined" space as it had become very loose and wide by the constant "intrusion raids" carried out by Yassir Arafat.Finally all.