BYOB meant that there was no two-drink minimum to sit at one of the tables and watch the dancers on the three-tiered stage. The man behind the counter...asked if I had been there before. When I said, “No,” he quickly rattled off the same menu that was printed on the wall behind him and added almost machine-like, “The restroom attendant expects a one-dollar tip each time you use the facility. The girls are dancers, not hookers, so do not bother asking for sex. Rough stuff or disrespecting the. That is JBG and France cannot authorize visitations or interviews without authorization from me,’’ I said.‘‘Did you take facial pictures for identity of all the dead with their IDs as I requested?’’ I asked.My men had done the same thing for our benefit but I wanted to make sure Louis had done the same thing.‘‘Yes and the same thing with the living prisoners,’’ Louis replied.‘‘Good. Assemble the information on the dead and living in two notebooks. Worst case scenario we may let them look at the. Just becauseyou're wearing a bra and panties and a little make-up... well I don'tcall that dressed up at all." Lisa turned to Valerie Paine."What do you think Valerie dear?" Lisa asked as the other woman walkedover to her.Valerie had a devious smile. "Well, I wouldn't say dressed up exactly. Heis wearing a pair of girl's skinny jeans over a pair of panties and aman's shirt over his bra. Oh, yes, and he's wearing a pair of heels. Butno, he's not dressed up, not really. Not as dressed up as if. I'mJessie. I don't know who I look like, but I am Jessie."It worked. Marco stepped backwards to the bed and sat back down, handsclasped at his knees. He didn't take his eyes off me, didn't get anyless tense, but he didn't look ready to throttle me. We stared at eachother for a good minute. The only sound was a clock ticking in someother room."Lady, I'm pretty sure I'm tripping balls right now. Must've droppedsomething potent at the club," Marco said at last. "That said, I'm notin the mood for a.