." Earl assured the hysterical looking woman, gentlytaking her arm. She stiffened slightly - then, submissively, let theolder man begin gently leading...her towards the ladies' room. "Anytown'smade up of the once-bad, like yourself, and the very good, who had noother refuge. You try hard, I'm sure you can find a nice man foryourself, make a nice little life, raise a family..." I don't want to raise a family..." Carla whimpered, numbly."A little late for that..." Earl said, running a hand over her. One evening when she was working late, she suddenly remembered a report she had left in Annie's office. Finding the door closed, she knocked. She heard grunts and moans as Annie gasped, "Yes, oh yes! I'm coming. I'm coming!" When Annie opened the door several minutes later, she was flushed and disheveled. Her tiny skirt was a mess, the frilly blouse was half-buttoned wrongly, and only one stocking had been pulled hastily into place. A blond giant was grinning sheepishly and fastening up his. Their ages ranked from early to mid-20s. They all looked more like male models who should be in Playgirl than mobsters. I listened in as they were discussing their plan to rob this mega millionaire James La Salle who lives in Park Avenue, take his cash, and leave with clean hands. While they talk, I wrote a note and gave it to Frank before I left. While going to my hotel suite, I notified the head of CIA about the Devil Rays’ plan. The note read: ‘Got an offer you can’t refuse. Meet me at the. The offer of one night in your bed is not good enough." What do you want?" I want you for as long as I want you."She emitted a flurry of little gasps. I heard a sob, then, silence for what seemed an eternity."What are you saying, Jack?" she whispered."I want you for at least two weeks. And, I want you as my sex slave." Sex slave? Sex slave! Oh! You. You. You are hopelessly infantile!" Not infantile. Adolescent, perhaps. Perverted, maybe. Your vocabulary is slipping, ballbuster." I should hang.