I shaved off my beard for the first time in three years and walked back out to the desk and put on the shoulder holster. After I had put on the jacke... to hide the gun, Frank handed me a wallet and said, ‘You have a gas card and two credit cards. Your name will be Jerry Winston. You have two hundred in cash, and since this has been approved, the cards will be paid by our department as a legitimate expense.’ ‘I won’t need them after tonight,’ I said. ‘I have access to plenty of funds that I had. Now so no one gets me wrong, I am not the least bit adverse to a piece of ass, when and where I can get it. Add in that Karen was simply a stone fox and I won’t say I wasn’t interested. But the idea of doing it just to get her pregnant was plugging up my thoughts. I sure as hell wasn’t going to whack off in a cup, but the ‘regular’ way? ‘Maybe.’ I mumbled. That seemed to do it, Marti whipped out a little notebook that was filled with numbers and dates. Christ, she seemed to have everything all. "I am a widow, George, but I don't live here alone. Just over two years ago, my husband was killed in a car accident. My daughter, Alexis, was with him in the car; she survived, but she suffered quite terrible injuries to both her legs. She has had many operations to rebuild them, but it is taking a long time for them to heal. The doctors think that in time she will walk again; but she refused to stay in a rehabilitation centre, preferring instead to come home. But of course I can only do so. It would be an auction called “The Shirt Off His Back.” One guy asked where they should put their suits. The announcer said the suits would be auctioned off of their bodies. Some of the guys in suits went and sat down at tables with their friends. Guys who wanted to donate their suits were called to the stage. A total of 18 guys got on stage. They started with having us remove our coats and drape them on chairs set on the stage. Then they auctioned off ties and shirts. The winner was to get on.