I carried a knife for such an emergency. But I agreed and then followed her as she led me into an alley.The sex was nothing special. She slapped a con...om on me sucked me and then we fucked standing up. She gave me her number and said if I wanted more I could call her. A ha, the first time is free ploy.Well it worked. The next week I called her and she said it'd be $20 bucks but we could do whatever I liked and take our time. I agreed and went over to her apartment.When I got there she buzzed me. I couldn’t get away with it anymore.I had a few sets of ID in Chicago that I could use for things like checking into hotels, and other things like it where they never really checked the information they had against real databases. Soon even that sort of thing would probably become impossible. We were increasingly in a world of Big Brother style surveillance.In any case, to get back to the story, I had don’t remember specifically having seven women on my mind, as mentioned in the song. There. S. Marshalls, Diplomatic Security, etc. He didn’t care.The Secret Service announced that my existing alarm system was to be ripped out and a new one put in. The fences and gates would be replaced. The security shack across the street would be replaced. The pool house would be converted to a security monitoring and response unit. This was all academic, anyway, since they would be moving me and my family to the Naval Observatory as soon as the Gores vacated it in January. I should probably sell. His first call was to offer you $3,000 per day to stay with him at his ranch in the interior. The price went up with each call, the last offer being $5,000 per day. I think he wanted your company for at least a week, possibly two."Oh my God! I quickly calculated my share of the per day figure of five-grand, $3,500! Well $3,500 minus any expenses Brad might have incurred. Shit! That was almost fifty thousand dollars for two weeks spent in Columbia. I shock my head, the shock on my face evident..