“Yeah, this place seems great Sandy. We can see the seventeenth floor in a minute. You have wet my appetite now,” he said, an odd ring in his tone... He looked around as we went back inside to the living room. I stayed silent for a moment letting the property talk to him. “Is it quiet Sandy? Will the neighbors bother me, with their dogs, children, or noisy parties?” He walked behind the bar and poured a drink, looked at me and shook my head. He picked his drink up and gulped it down, as I. She pulled me up and kissed me lovingly. "That was awesome!" she said."Too bad Trish never got to experience that when she served me coffee," I teased.Tamara just rolled her eyes and said, "You're incorrigible!"Again the phone interrupted us. It was Trish. "Good morning," I said as I answered the phone. "What are you up to this morning?" I'm bored," she said. "When are you going to put me to work?"Tamara got up out of her chair. She picked up our coffee cups and headed to the kitchen."You have. I just had to figure out how. My lust was keeping me from thinking straight, so excused myself to the restroom to masturbate. As I stroked myself, I thought of Minh’s full lips, of her delicate neck and lively eyes. I thought of spreading those long legs of hers and fucking her as she begged me not to hurt her. I imagined by hands clamping down hard around her neck? Just then, I heard her unmistakable girlish laughter from the living room. The sound brought her essence home to me, and I. I was on Vicodin so my mind didn't slip too far out of joint.I sat or slept in that chair for two days. I ate bad hospital food and drank gallons of worse coffee. I did it while I waited for either Swamp Thing, or the CIA to show up. No one did. In the end the answer as to why they left us alone came in a phone call from Jennifer."Hon I got your package and it's safe. I got a call from your boss. I explained to him all about a dead man switch," she said."Thank you Jen," since I had not sent her.