“Rebecca?” he queried. “I think I recall her. A Jewess, I think... and rather a hefty one, at that.”“Correct,” nodded Madame Vesta. “Her...Master, Otto Gerbon, ordered that she be put onto the Treadmill, twice a week for an hour at a time. Said it might help to keep her weight down.” A faint expression of sardonic amusement passed over Madame Vesta’s face. “Well, gentlemen... if you will follow me...” The owner of the ‘Paradise’ turned and led the way down from the sundeck. As on the previous. "Number : 3Golfer: "Do you think it's a sin to play on Sunday?Caddy: "The way you play, it's a sin on any day."Number : 2Golfer: "This is the worst course I've ever played on."Caddy: "This isn't the golf course ... We left that an hour ago."And the Number : 1 ... Best Caddy Comment:Golfer: "That can't be my ball, it's too old."Caddy: "It's been a long time since we teed off, sir."Bonus...An old favorite ... About the Golfer who has been slicing off the tee at every hole...He finally gives up. By his bed he had posters on the walls of hisdream woman Jenny McCarthy. Puberty wouldn't have been the same for himwithout her pictures to jerk off to. However that was all just a fantasy,a babe like that would never be caught dead in a sparsely furnished roomlike this with just an okay looking guy like he was. The kind of women heattracted all through high school, well let's say they were a good argumentfor investing in Clearasil stock. But still he was trying to get the place to look more. My next job was to observe further. Why did my sixth sense trigger whenI passed this house?The first thing I noticed was that their mother opened her laptop assoon as I was finished. She was obviously working on somethingimportant. The children went to their rooms and where as quiet as amouse.After an hour, their mother called them and the twins came down likethey were soldiers. Their mother then opened a bag that was delivered 10minutes earlier. It was food from a restaurant. They were not.