You know that. But I never mentioned I spent a summer working for him. I'd just graduated high school, back when I had the braces and glasses. I looke... awful and knew it.No guy in school would even look at me. I mean, Tommy Morrison tried to have sex with me that once, but Tommy tried to have sex with everyone.Anyway, I was doing odd jobs around Uncle Mike's funeral home.And that's when I did it.I had sex with a dead man.God, I get excited just writing this. Yes, I know. It's sick. It's. You could ask Mom where I was sixteen years ago. That'd be pretty good proof. If you want, I'll give you a sample of my sperm - in a test tube I mean - so you can send it to a lab specifically to be tested for what species I am." Nah. It's all right. I don't really believe in aliens anyway." Oops. My opinion of you just dropped again. How can you not believe in aliens? The Universe is billions of light-years across. That's so huge there MUST be aliens." I think all the talk about UFOs and. Not that he was ever involved in the purchase. He employed people to do that for him. All he knew was that where land was cheap, the best medium-term strategy for a man of means and ambition such as himself was to buy it. A growing population and a declining supply of housing stock only pointed in one direction with regards to future profit for those with the wherewithal to survive the current economic recession.It wasn't Eden who'd made the decision to tear down the ramshackle, decrepit rows. And let’s be fair we need the cash”“Yeah but what’s the deal, what do we do ... and I don’t have the cash to invest into any business deal” I replied.“No ... no there’s no upfront money ... Rick can take care of all that ... we can pay him back from the profits”“Yeah well I’d feel a lot happier if I knew before hand what the deal is”Somehow I knew if Rick was involved it was a scheme that would involve me ... the fox at work, wanting to get to the chickens.“We have to meet up with him tomorrow.