Her face was flushing. ‘I … nothing,’ Julia replied, feeling an odd glow in her cheeks. Karen’s face was close. Very close. ‘I don’t remem...er anything. Anything at all.’ ‘That’s a shame,’ Karen replied, biting her lip again. ‘I … the next thing is,’ Julia added, ‘I woke up, and I was … well, when I came down, it was like somebody’d been smoking in the living room, and …’ She waved at the box. ‘The box was already here, I think. But Anna, she brought the fruit basket later.’ Somehow, the thought. Someone could use those to do almost anything. Sell your stocks to a third party for pennies on the dollar. Empty your bank accounts... Yes, they could do practically anything.”“Club Fatale is mine, Commodore. Your wealth, mine. Brian Manning’s businesses were sold to a dummy corporation; I’ll off-load them and pocket the money. I’ve gotten to Kensington’s funds, too: in those black accounts you set up for your dearly-departed son. I’ll make sure that Adrian’s heir receives the money.”The. ”“Yes, you are a lot younger than me, but you are not a young boy; you are a man. You are certainly not a naive fourteen-year-old boy.”Ed persisted in pursuing the subject of young boys, “Do you think about young boys in your fantasies?”I thought it was rather obvious what erotica does to the reader, but I answered anyway, “When I feel a need for sexual stimulation and read those books, I think about young boys, and yes, sometimes young girls. That is what the writer of that type of material. "I shrugged and started walking out of her bedroom. "Okay, come on."She followed me out and right next door. As we entered into my apartment, I could sense her slow down slightly and look around as she walked behind me."Wow, this looks just like mine!" she exclaimed."Oh it does, I went into your place a few weeks back when it was empty and thought the same thing."As she followed me into the living room, I was so scared the appearance of my living style might warrant silent judgment. Boy was I.