"There's an old saying, no doubt you've heard it: Money can'tbuy happiness. It's true. Money can buy anything except happiness." Thecards now formed a...tight, gold-rimmed crescent moon, the horns pointingin Robbie's direction. "But that doesn't mean happiness comes free." I only have five dollars," he said automatically, not reallyunderstanding what she'd meant."Four ninety-eight," she corrected with a throw-away gesture, "but thatdoesn't matter: your money's no good here, as they used to say. “You sure, Trinny?” Angela asked pensively.“No, but if it means getting Howard in me, I’ll give it a go,” Trinny giggled.“Ew! I can’t believe you’d do it,” Teresa said somewhat bemusedly.I was now fully stiff again and beckoned Trinny over, holding the jar of Brylcream. She’d doffed her clothing save for her knickers and a looped belt that ladies used to hold the pad in place. She got on her knees as I took the jar and pushed the gusset of her knickers slightly to one side and carefully lubed. "She didn't have to repay it." Laura answered. Laura's logic was to passwhat we knew to the police. She had been desperate for money over theyears, but had never resorted to stealing. She decided to make it herproject and would take care of it.The day quickly came to a close; the girls came to me as a group andgave me words of support and a hug. John was wary, but then he was waryof anything that didn't involve a camera. The girls decided on a girl'snight out, me included, after the catalogue. ”“Where is it?”“Tri-border region. Argentina, technically, if anyone cared.”The Tri-border of Brazil, Argentina and Paraguay was complicated at best – international accusations of terrorism, drug running and other crimes were almost too numerous to track, while the local officials claimed everything was blown out of proportion.“What are we talking about here?”“An isolated two-acre compound, three buildings, maybe 25 mercenaries, 12 of their company men. Some working girls, maybe six or so.”I.