Are we going to have sex or not?”Sunny smiled and looked at with her eyebrows lifted. “Well, are you available? We haven’t talked about a girlfr...end.”I smiled and stood up, helping Sunny and Ruth up from the floor. “Lead on, ladies” I said.Sunny led us upstairs to what was evidently her bedroom. When she turned on the overhead light I saw that she had fitted it with a red light bulb, rather than a white one. The effect was surreal and kind of sexy. Ruth went to the tape player and pressed. A few days before, Martin and I were talking about this over the phone when he asked if we'd ever have sex. “That would be nice,” I replied. “But I have to tell you something. I’m a virgin.” In my mind, I’ve imagined us fucking many, many times before.“Oh baby, I am too,” He smiled. “You know how much I want to fuck you?”I was in shock. He was always the composed kind of guy. Since this was happening over the phone, we couldn’t physically go any further; but now we were, our bodies bundled. I wanted to do a VCATS with Andy about Haamid; a job well done, pat on the back was in order and to tell them that we had found the financier and would track him.The day people were still at the office. I paged Vicky, Ching Lee, Jenny, Jason, Lorrie, Marcy, Cindy and Mark to come to my office. While I was waiting I printed off the picture Andy had sent to phone on the color printer.When all were assembled, I passed out the picture that EIT had given me of Haamid.“This is Haamid Mohammad, he was. It had built character. Nick wanted to make sure I didn't think he was an asshole anymore, and truly, he wasn't.Nick was a good person. I knew that, felt it deep in my core. I made no claims to being an excellent judge of character or anything, but I thought I had a pretty good asshole-radar, born of years and years of fending off the unwanted advances of bad boys, pretty boys, and unrepentant jerks in general. Nick was no asshole. He had been a fish-out-of-water city-boy wearing too much.