”“What year is he?”“Sophomore. He barely had a ‘C’ average for his Freshman year. Your sister is going to Rutherford Junior College, right...”“Yes, studying accounting.”“And what does Paul do?”“He’s the night manager at the motel Mr. Zhuravlyov owns.”“The job you helped him get, right?”“Yes,” I replied, then checked my watch. “I need to put my cassock on and go inside.”Elizaveta squeezed my hand, kissed my cheek, and we walked back to my car so I could retrieve my cassock. I put it on, and we. "We thought we would make sure you were well-trained before we gave you to any clients, so tonight, the three of us are going to use you."De Ann thought about turning and running out the door but could not bare the idea of her husband in jail and losing her home. De Ann just stood in the middle of the room and looked down at the carpet not responding. David brought her a drink and De Ann refused it."Okay, then, let's get started," David said with a little anger. "Strip off that blouse and give. I think I did. I had certainly blown my wad in short order. Glancing at myself in the wardrobe mirror, I suddenly felt self-conscious about the way I looked. Getting up from my chair, I stood there for a moment staring at my physically odd doppelganger looking back at me critically."WWUHHHHRRRRAAAARRRRR!!" I growled suddenly doing my best angry Hulk impression before pulling off a Superman pose as I flexed my biceps theatrically.Oh, for the love of Mike. Yeah. Okay, dude. "Don't be a dick," I. My job was to cull through the massive amounts of (dis)information and shape our coverage of events for the seven newspapers in our chain that were near Pittsburgh.To make matters worse, he told me he wanted me in Shanksville, Pa., to oversee the chain’s coverage of the crash of Flight 93.It was the worst three weeks of my life.My job required me to immerse myself in the thousands of stories (some true, most false) that were coming via our wire service providers every single day. I had to sort.