’ she said, closing the door. ‘Want a drink?’ ‘Sure.’ She poured me a smooth scotch from a mahogany liquor cabinet. A Gershwin album played,...an actual 33, spinning on a turntable. Classy. Flowers, drinking up the last bit of daylight, bloomed in tasteful vases. ‘Sit down.’ she said, plopping into a paisley chair. I sat on an antique divan, scooting aside the enormous Times Arts section. ‘Nice place.’ I said, sipping my drink. ‘Thanks.’ We chatted a bit. Her parents had bought her this place. Yes, I’d read tons of books on the subject. There weren’t many romance novels I hadn’t read over the last 15 years, but reading how someone makes love, and doing it yourself are two very different subjects. If only I could remember the better action scenes I’d read and put them into motion here. Motion, that’s what was needed. Movement, a person doesn’t just lie still. They can’t lie still and be enjoying the physical side of things. But damn, it’s not just physical anymore. Nat had shown me a. This was actually a good thing the way I looked at it. How many relationships go sour because one person takes the other for granted? That was not going to be the case with me. Everyday, every minute with Becky I treated as an audition, a tryout, with my goal the eventual demise of ‘Jerry’ and my elevation to ‘the man’. Becky, to her credit, never treated me like that. Never played me against him, never mentioned him or anything related to him. The one time I remember drawing Becky into a. ”Another voice cut in and said, “Heard a rumour that a special team was being sent to investigate the corruption and have a cleanout. Do you think it’s that pair?”“Nah, they are detectives going by their badges, but they are too young to be a clean-up crew. It must be their first assignments. Poor bastards probably don’t know what’s in store for them,” the first man said.“Maybe they are trying a new tact? They need to do something soon as a lot of people are getting sick of being pushed around,.