.." Yeah ... It did open some doors for me." Are you successful?" she asked."I can't complain. I've got more than enough work -- I have a gig for Time...Magazine." I thought I saw your name on an article on the Dominican Republic." Yeah -- that was about a year ago." As your star was rising, mine was falling," she remarked."I'm sorry to hear it. What about what's-his-name?" She held up her left hand -- her ring finger was naked. "What happened to the rock the size of Gibraltar?" It's all. His voice was deep and gravelly, befitting his imposing stature.“It’s true, Mister West,” Ethan replied with a dry chuckle. “I had some trouble sleeping last night.”“Nightmares?” the security guard asked, Ethan raising an eyebrow.“Yes ... how did you guess?”“Don’t let them bother you, we all get them,” he replied cryptically. He saw Ethan over to the elevator, watching as the doors closed on him.As the car began to rise, Ethan felt a pang of dread. Everyone gets nightmares? What was that. An envelope slid from between the pages. The paper was thick and smooth, almost like card, and the flap had been tucked in, rather than stuck down. I unfastened the flap and took out two Polaroids, with a sheet of heavy paper folded around them. The paper was a note, handwritten in beautifully styled handwriting. The ink was a deep, royal blue and appeared to be lightly scented. I read the note, which said, “Dearest Colin, I loved being with you. You made me into a proper woman and I want to. What porn name would you like to use?" I don't know." We've got an Amber and a Bambi. Uh ... ABC ... something that starts with C ... Uh, how about Cat?" Great." Okay," Dave said scribbling her porn name on the cover of the folder."Is this when you have sex with me?" Cat asked."No. You need to go to the other office. Sue Ellen will take photographs of you. We'll put your pictures in front of the investor and I'll let you know what he decides." Can you do that today?" Cat asked."Why?" I can.