Reinhart in her past? I didn’t have a clue. Hell, I didn’t even know if she’d ever been married, let alone divorced or widowed, nor did I have a...clue where her money came from. I just knew that she was what I considered wealthy. In beer talk she would be damn rich. Most of her attention had been on Jim and Brook, but then her hand went to my forearm and she lit me up with her smile and said, ‘And how are you doing Neal?’ ‘When we sat down I was doing fine, but with you at our table I have to. I asked her fee, and how long that would be for. One hour in her hands might be worth every cent. She set up a portable massage table, asked if I preferred a sheet, or no sheet? I asked if her clients wore a robe, shorts or nothing? Under the sheet, nothing. Without the sheet, loose shorts or nothing. Well since we already have seen what there is to see. Let’s go nude and no sheet. and since I most likely won’t be back, I’ve always wanted the masseuse to be topless, just a fantasy whim, but if. The parishioners were well-heeled, and the posting was a plumb for which the good father was profoundly grateful. While he personally could own no property, his rectory, had it been a private home, would easily have been worth multiple millions of dollars. His parishioners kept him in the latest electronic goodies, and supplied him with a late-model Mercedes for those occasions when public transport wouldn’t do.Not that Father Mahoney had not done his best to deserve such things; he was. When I got home, Marla and Pop were still up, so I went in to say goodnight. They were sitting together on the sofa pretty much the same way me and Merilee had been a little while ago."Hi, Dieter. How was your date?" Marla asked immediately."Good ... I mean great. She wants me to have breakfast with her folks tomorrow morning. Actually, brunch ... so it doesn't happen until ten o'clock." I knew it! I just knew it!" Marla said with a big smile. "She's really interested in you. I could tell at.