”“I just finished. Please come in and have a seat,” Carl said gesturing to the chairs in his rather small apartment.Julie sat down and opened he... briefcase. She pulled out a large envelop with his name on it. She handed it to him. It was easy to see that she was extremely curious about the contents of it.“Mr. Goldberg said that you should read the material inside before the closing.”“When is the closing?” he asked.“At ten thirty. I’ll meet you there.”Carl opened the envelope and glanced at the. I hadn’t worried about the job because I could manage the monthly nut on my pension, if I chose to cook my own meals, hunt and fish for my meat, do all those good old swamp rat things. I even knew how to do some of them. The problem was I just didn’t like doing them.For thirty years I had wondered how moral a man I was. I mean I raised my kid right, and I refused to participate in anything illegal, but at that moment I had to wonder what I would do to make life easier as a senior citizen. I had. Bryan Jennings. It had taken him all of thirty minutes to talk his way into a date with the married Latino receptionist.He had taken her to dinner and then back to his apartment where he seduced her in near record time. The next morning she had sneaked the old file from the cabinet in the office and by noon she was holding it up, teasing him with it."Will I see you tonight?" she asked."Of course." And I'll get that something different you mentioned last night?" Ever had it in your ass," he. I wonder if a bird's mind... Uhm, okay. I have an idea."I indicated to Suzi she would have to do her own pumping, then crawled over to Penny."You see this hand?" I said holding one up to her, showing her both sides like a magician. I held it out to her and said, "If you hold it, you will feel what I am feeling, hear my thoughts, even control my body if you wish. If for whatever reason you want it to stop, just let go of my hand. Okay?"When she didn't respond, I added, "Would you like to try.