I felt bad for her, but I was not about to become a charity for retired hookers. She picked up my annoyance right away. ‘Look, I think you would hav... the money, but I would never just ask you to give me $15,000. If anything, I already owe you—you were so nice to me in Vegas that you gave me the courage to try to reclaim a life for myself again. I didn’t call to beg…I called to propose an….arrangement…where I might be able to work to earn the money.’ I had no idea where she was going with this.. She'll be driving an old Mazda 300, black." Easy, bro, no reason to send out the muscle, I promise everything is safe," the dealer said. He stepped forward and put his hand on Hammer's arm.The Hammer reacted quickly. He shoved the dealer backwards and suddenly had a gun in his hand. In the blink of an eye he fired three shots into the other man, who collapsed to the ground."Don't fucking touch me!" the Hammer yelled at the dead or dying dealer. He turned his head towards Tommy, who was now on. He didn’t even have to ask me, anymore. I’d fallen completely and irrevocably in love with you...”There was a long silence. When Emma finally spoke, her voice was as cool as ice. “So in other words, you slept with me out of pity? You took what I offered - my innocence, out of kindness? I was a simply a charity case for you, is that it?”“No!” The protest was adament. “No, Emma, that wasn’t it at all. I couldn’t court you while Kit was still engaged to you - it was impossible. And I couldn’t make. The moment that had propelled me to this wrenching of the biggest skeleton from my closet out onto the floor of Lynette's living room had happened the day before, when we and our husbands, Michael (mine) and Harry (hers) were all out on their boat. We had gone swimming off the boat at one point, and when I was climbing out of the water my bikini must have ridden up, because Lynette noticed my tattoo.The tattoo is high up on my right buttock, in a spot the bikini had easily covered when I'd.