Many were no words at all, only phone numbers or dick pics. But there was one ... one reply that stood apart. It was from a guy called "Lester" or, as...he preferred, "Les".Les was an independent electrical contractor who was from a town about 20 minutes away from ours. He laid out his qualifications, almost like a resumé, in his very first response:"Hello, Cuck ... I am Lester (Les). I can completely understand your frustrations, but please be assured that I can help you with this. You have to. " I know, but she's the biggest stroke of luck to fall our way since we first discovered this whole disaster in Vegas. A lot has happened since we found her, things that will make it immeasurably easier for us to work on this. When we first found Roxy, we had to do everything under the radar, no support -- we couldn't even tell anyone what we were doing. Rebecca had to sneak around and try to get us help. If we found her tomorrow all of that would be different now. It boggles my mind to even. She'd been making solicitation calls for over two months, and was beginning to wonder if the risks weren't overrated. Until now. Her appointment at this brokers office was long after the market closed for the day. He'd started out hinting about a tip for "special service", and moved up to suggesting that the donation might not happen at all if she didn't become more "friendly". Angelica continued to play dumb, and finally he got up, locked the office door, and told her bluntly to get her. We fucked Wednesday night and he wanted to see me one more night before he left. I convinced him to stay back for Friday night if he wanted some fun. Alan was also told that a ‘friend’ of mine will join if he decided to stay back. He, like Josh assumed I was talking about a girl. God was he a puppy in my hands when he realized I was about to raise the stake. What married man will ever say no to a free night of fun? I am sure he found a good enough lie to convince his wife why we was stuck on.