We decided to eat dinner, relax, and get an early start tomorrow. I phoned the local paper, the L.A. Times, and placed an ad in the help wanted sectio.... It would be interesting to see what showed up. It was too late to go in for tomorrow's paper, but would appear day after. I told them to run the ad for 5 days.The next morning I saw Vivian off in a cab. I had given her a blank check. Hey, I trusted her. If she wanted a little extra for something, I could live with it. I called my lawyer, and I. I got ready and went to the office. But my mind in a deep thought on different ideas. Her respective reactions and the right time to start a chat with my horny Mami (sorry she was not mine).Winning lot of fights inside my head I typed a message “Hi” on Whatsapp and sent at around half past eleven. Later my mind was asking to check the read status, and my hands were checking it involuntarily after every few minutes, waiting to see a reply from Mami.Mami: As I just came back to the hall after. “Brian? You there?” “Yeah dude, but are you sure? I mean – “ “Trust me, it was her.” “Well, what do you need me for then?” “I need you to come down here and help me find her. And Johanna.” Brian let out a long breath. It hadn’t occurred to him until that second that if Angel was hooker, it was possible the Johanna was too. It also explained why his sister and Johanna were close enough to do those oh so wonderful things to each other. “Josh, I am getting dressed as we speak, okay? I’ll be there. The universe was still having its way with me, and apparently Beth Ann was still a big part of the agenda.My musing was cut short when a physical therapist came in to show me how to work my leg for the foreseeable future. The lesson was too much, too soon, and when he found enough mercy in his soul to quit, I found myself still trembling, but this time from pain, and not arousal.The nurse found me clean scrubs to wear out of the hospital, and the receptionist gave me a number for the Marriott.