"Deborah Simmons. We've been fucking."I roared. "Why are you telling me this? I don't care about Deborah. How was it?"He looked relieved. "I thought y...u would be pissed. She always asks how you are." Charlie, I had a crush on her when we were in the ninth grade. It was forgotten before I came back to Cromwell for my junior year. You know we never got together. So, how was it?"Charlie grinned. "I'm glad to hear you say that, Sammy. I said last summer, but I should have said ALL last summer. We. Friday and Saturday were spent with a Mrs. Joan Feldman who he met on the beach outside his hotel. There was also a CD-ROM that had a note attached to it that said it contained images from mini-cams secreted in Jake's room while he was at work. She put it in her briefcase and would look at it when she got home and then put it and the cash in the safe deposit box with the hotel security tape and the other money she was earning as a party girl.She picked up the phone, called Marci and asked Marci. She kept joking with me though until I laughed and told her I only got fifty bucks for sex with that guy.“He seemed like a total MRA asshole,” she laughed.I asked her what that was and she said a Men’s Rights Advocate. She said she the fake set of balls hanging off the back of his truck and the mud flaps with the playboy emblems on them. She described kind of a chauvinist pig who somehow blamed women for his own problems. I really didn’t understand but I agreed he was a dickhead.“Can you. "You didn't keep any copies for your personal enjoyment?" No, I didn't," Benedict said. He smirked."You're aware that if a copy is found that the penalty will cost you the rest of your share of the company," Jared said."I'm aware of that," Benedict said.Jared slid a pen across the desk and said, "Sign all of the agreements."Benedict signed the agreements and left the office a much poorer man than when he had entered. He now had to go about the unpleasant process of establishing a new residence..