"Not like this," Petra answered.She saw the look of dismay on Gary's face and quickly took his hands inhers."I mean not here and not as a prostitute; ...ext time we meet it willunder far better circumstances." She grinned at him.Gary reached for his wallet and rifled through the bills but Petrastayed his hand."Don't you dare!" Her eyes bored into his."But? What about payment?" he remonstrated.Petra put a finger to his lips."Wait." She leaned down and dug a pen and a small pad from her. Regardless, I had promised to take a look at her furnace, as a ‘blue northerner’, a sharp cold front could sweep down at any time now. I used our spare key to open their back door and next to the kitchen I found the stairs that led into the small cellar where the furnace was. As I descended down the steps into the dark cellar, I realized that I could hear voices, but there didn’t seem to be anyone else down in the cellar with me. Still I began to move quietly, curious as to what the voices. We've got two dozen security guys, most of whom have martial arts training, so that works out perfectly for me. It's going to be pretty hard on them, but they know that a little pain never hurt anyone, and they'll find the experience amazing. -- "That's what's 'going on', Paul." You don't talk like Ron, that's for sure. As you seem to be the boss now, what do you want to do?" I need to start slowly because I'm clumsier and I'm trying some new techniques, so I want to start with just one of your. It works. The bonds forged can be very strong. One of the weapons used by our actives was to require us to carry cigarettes for their use upon demand. This was both annoying and expensive since there were many more of them than us and, it seemed, most of them smoked. I don’t know how he came upon the method of our liberation, but Jim, who smoked himself, was the one who disseminated the information. ‘I’ve bought my last pack of cigarettes for those guys,’ he announced. ‘And how did you manage.