The day before you came back he and I spent an hour or so putting everything back exactly where it should be. We made a list of everything than needed...to be bought, and where those items should go." Thank you, Heather." Not me, Joy. I helped Sam because he loves you enough to ask for my help. I wish my Bill was as thoughtful." But Bill loves you." I know he does. He's not like Sam. He shows it in other ways." Showing? That reminds me. Remember when we were impoverished post-graduate student. She stopped before she got in, turned to me, and kissed me, with tongue, and so thoroughly I felt my toes curling painfully. She got in the car, and I closed the door. I went around to the driver’s side and got in.My car isn’t a typical mobster’s car. It’s mostly production and not armored. Since I’ve been legit my whole life, I never felt the need. It’s just a sports sedan, and doesn’t look particularly fast but it has a lot of suspension and engine mods so it is damn near a racecar.If there. You can literally fry an egg on the sidewalk, or fry balls at the beach. I love the heat – getting sticky and sweaty and wearing next to nothing all day. It seems the air is just ripe for sex during those hot months. Last summer, I had a two-week vacation from my cleaning job and hadn’t really planned anything other than to hang out around the pool sunbathing with a cold beer, or a joint in my hand. That and regular visits to a friends house for a good fucking. One special friend lived. . I see,” the bedridden old man said, “You mean ... anyone can prospect the creek.”“It’s been very busy since the downturn,” said Jim.“So ... it was just luck?” he asked.“You could call it that,” I said.“This gold has been refined ... but not smelted ... where did you... ?”“What you see in the bags is how it came...” Jim offered no more than that.“I can offer the Swiss Franc, Norway Krone or Singapore Dollars,” he said.“Umh,” Jim hemmed. “You don’t understand.”“What? I know the girl mentioned.