He smiled at her; then he winked, “Yeah, some lucky girl came into a fortune.”Maureen wasn’t sure what to say or do. She was pissed that Cal had...hit the smart alack. She didn’t like the bravado regarding the bigger guy, but she sure liked the idea her boyfriend was suddenly gleaning all this respect.She grabbed his arm, “You’ve had enough big boy. It’s time to go.”As Maureen walked Cal out of the tavern she heard a smattering of applause. She looked back. It was the older women who tended bar.. Tell everyone we love them.’ ‘Yes, I noticed. I love you. We love you.’ She hung up the phone. She joined me in the recliner. I asked, ‘Willing to tell me the other side of that conversation? Please.’ Kay smiled and said, ‘You don’t know about my memory. Ok, I’ll tell you the other side of the conversation.I need to speak to Buzz.’ ‘She was there when you linked! Now she’s tired?’ ‘You haven’t joined yet?’ ‘Good. Don’t. Come home Monday, not before.’ ‘Yes, Monday. Leave Buzz’ after breakfast. "It's scary sometimes."* * *I pulled the Polo into the driveway of a mock-Tudor four-bedroomdetached house in a leafy boulevard named, almost inevitably, AcaciaAvenue, although I was pretty sure the majority of the trees in viewwere planes and birches. We were on the opposite side of town fromHadleigh village, and I couldn't remember ever having been herebefore. The neighbourhood wasn't familiar to me but there was plentyof wealth in evidence here.Today was to be Chloe's last day at J &. The desire growing and growing ever more. This young girl, willing to do anything to save herself, sitting in front of him. A temptress. A tease."Well... umm... I have a friend..." Mr. Moore glanced around nervously. "He likes young women, like yourself. Text this number and maybe if you please him enough I can raise your grade up just a bit." Jill looked down, slightly disappointed or maybe disturbed. "Your... friend, eh? umm... I'll try. It depends on what he wants..." "You can do it, Jill..