“Lady, look – I’m a nice guy, but I’m also a business man. I gave up my whole night for you. What the hell made you think it would be free? ...I did you a favor by not reporting the accident. I think the least you can do is pay me for my time and supplies,” I said with as much authority as I could muster.She stood up and walked towards me, head down, but looking up at me with a very pouty look. She ran her finger down my arm and said, “Please. Pretty please, don’t you think we can work. ‘How am I supposed to go to the bathroom in this?’ she demanded, and I lost the battle with the grin as I shrugged. ‘Same way as always, I think. Just don’t get in somebody’s car no matter how much they offer, it could be a vice cop.’ It was worth the bruise on my right shoulder. The drive to Northfield took a while, and I amused myself by sliding Amy’s skirt up around her waist and gently teasing her clit as the miles flew by. She didn’t say anything, but by the way her hips kept shifting I. My daughter. Let’s stick to business. What did you tell Jim?”“What he already knew. It’s your baby. Jim and I are only along for the ride. God, I hope you deliver on this. There’s going to be two very pissed men on your ass if you don’t.”“Hmm. I’ve never done it that way.”“Please! Let’s not even go there. Just start delivering sales, okay?” I grabbed his pencil out of his hand again and circled June 6th on his desk calendar. “What’s that?”“That’s the day we’ll sell the first Loring Properties. Unday, May 25 to Wednesday, June 18, 2008On my next déjà vu, I gave my link partner an overview of my situation and discoveries, waited for him to calm down, told him I thought I could painlessly upgrade him to 352 minds, waited for him to calm down again, then I explained my "Second-Tier Helpers" idea in detail, including that he'd be letting himself in for some possibly risky work on my Voyage. I couched my description as being an invitation to him that he could refuse, but I knew he.