“Don’t count on it, Sweet Thing.” We were sitting on the living room carpet next to the coffee table. It was Saturday night. A fire was burning ...n the hearth, two glasses of wine near at hand. I sat cross-legged and Patrick had his bent legs out to the side, leaning into the table, his left arm resting on the table’s surface. For this bet we had decided to put eight pieces between us and defeat: top and bottom underwear for both of us, top and bottom on the outside, and counting each shoe and. It was close to 345am when I found the small airport. I was not sure who I was picking up."Ring! Ring!" I looked down at my cell phone. It was my boss. He was checking to make sure, I was at the airport. "Buck! Are you there?" he said. "Yes! Sitting near the hangar. Who am I waiting for, to pick up? Boss!" I said. "Some country singer....Dolly....something. She may need you for the whole day. Going to be on morning show in the Plaza, then two radio shows. Then her concert tonight. ”The Fortress ... While on the way, the assistant had answered his radio twice, already. Each time, he spoke for a few seconds before ending the call. As soon as they came to a halt, he received yet another call. Excusing himself, he hurriedly stepped well away to continue his conversation, not having any idea that Jeff could still hear him.The Prime listened intently, becoming almost as worried as the assistant by the time the young man finished the radio conversation with, “Oh, shit. I’ll be. Now it appeared she might be brought down quite a few in the very near future. Might have a few things ?stuck up? her as well. She was returned to her tiny cell in solitary confinement that afternoon without clothes, and she had none there to put on. So she was bare-ass naked when she was yanked from her cot by the matron in the dead of night. A flashlight shone in her eyes, temporarily blinding her. ?Put these on?NOW!? She was handed a small bag, containing a pair of neon pink fishnet.