It had to be either cocaine or powdered sugar left over from a recent visit to a donut shop." I'm the guy who you called and told to come down here be...ause his wife was in the hospital," I said."Do you have any ID?" he asked."Yes I do," I said, stepping around him."He followed me and was obviously getting pissed. I don't blame him though because forcing that much weight to move quickly has to violate all kinds of physics laws." Hey, smartass," he yelled. "I asked you to see your ID." I turned. He was tall, muscular and handsome, middle eastern looking, dark eyes, dark hair, a hairy chest from what I could see from his unbuttoned slim fitted shirt. Basically he was ‘hot’ and had got my pulse racing at the thought of some fun and games, all just fantasy at that moment.My colleagues had just left and he was still at the bar, me at a small table. I gazed in his direction with the hope that he would look my way. I could see the outline of his lats on his back through his shirt, nice. I moved back up on the bed, and Jack crawled beside me. He kissed me passionately as he... ****** My alarm was blaring and woke me from the dream. I rolled over to shut it off ready to scream. I can't believe I woke up right when Jack was going to take me.I thought to myself, "Why did I dream of the other men and yet Jack was the only one I knew?" What does this mean? Why was everyone wearing a mask? Why didn't I ever take my mask off?"I thought about these questions as I lay in my bed. I. "The governor's a bright guy, you know, but his wife isn't exactly the most seaworthy ship in the port, if you get my drift." So?" So what do you think the chances are that she used her birthday, or her husband's or one of her kids' birthdays for the password on their bank account? 'Cause if you know the Social and the password, getting into the account's no problem at all."She opened her eyes wide as I dialed the automated system at the governor's bank, which was coincidentally the same one.