Alan knew what she was doing, and played along. As he returned to the casino, a pit boss led him and Anne-Marie to the VIP Room, a smaller and quieter...chamber right off the main floor. It was like a smaller version of the main casino, but without the loud noises caused by the slot machines. Alan sat down at the table and signed for $25,000 in chips, all in hundreds, and the room manager went to the cashier and drew them. There were no limits at the tables in here, and Alan bet either one or two. “Husband, do you approve of what you see?” she demanded of him.Astonished, he was at first lost for words, and his wife added, “Our children and grandchildren have washed with this soap and cleaned their hair with this shampoo stuff. They all look much better for it, so we need more of this soap and this shampoo. The villagers will thank you for such an improvement.”Changi at last told her, “I see for myself what you say. Thank you; now leave us men to discuss terms.”She left, but John. It was threatening and showed my address that he claimed was given him by Jack, Amy’s guy, who had tried to include Gail in his “harem.”I said, “Respond to him with this: ‘I am ready. I figure you are armed and will protect my home and those who live in it with the same deadly force that you threaten to use. Do not come here or make threats.’ Sign it with my name with your name as transcriber.” She did.“Todd, the way he was sounding, that will only infuriate him. I am afraid he will come. I’d seem him at my brother’s house, handing out, shirtless most of the time, cracking jokes, making everyone laugh. Or when he and Gavin helped me move into my new apartment, lugging boxes and furniture up the stairs, shirtless yet again, sweaty, and oh so yummy looking. He had hugged me that day, after I had commented on how sweaty he was. I believe I had said something along the lines of “Ew! Stop! You’re gross and sweaty!”, but was definitely thinking more along the lines of ‘Oh God, hold me.