A few days later, while conducting his business at the restaurant, Tom was talking to a chamber maid when he noticed a young Chinese man waiting to ta...k to him. It was unusual for a Chinese to be selling, or buying, information. It got his curiosity going. When he was finished with the maid, and made his notes, he motioned to the young man to sit. The young man bowed and sat. Tom waited expectantly to see what he had to discuss."I am Feng Wo Mao. I came to ask if you would sell me Ho Min Wei.". “That’s true, but it’s not about the cheating, it’s about the lying. That’s the crime.”“That’s a subtle distinction, don’t you think? We aren’t destroying a man because he cheated on his wife, but because he lied about it? You don’t think that’s more than a little hypocritical coming out of the mouth of Newt Gingrich? He cheated on his first wife with his second, and from what I hear he’s doing the same with her. Gingrich keeps pushing this, it is going to come back and bite him in the ass, and. ‘Fucking Eagles,’ he muttered to himself, as he pulled his wallet from his back pocket. He took out the picture she forced him to pose for, at that cheesy place at the mall, Glamour Memories or some shit. He looked like a dancer in a Madonna video, and she looked like, well, like Wendy. She was beautiful. Ben walked to the house, unlocked the door and stepped over the small pile of mail, pushed through the slot in the door. He plopped down in the recliner with the cracked leather and intended. It's not even midnight yet and I've got no plans for the night. I take out my phone and text Joss. Me: Busy? Joss: Horny? Me: Yes. Joss: Then no. 5 mins. I smile, satisfied at his reply and kick off my shoes, relaxing on the sofa and patiently waiting for Joss to come over. 5 minutes later, there's a soft knock on the front door of my apartment and I walk over to open it. Joss is standing there, drenched in rain. His flaky black hair is plastered over his forehead and his intense blue eyes.