There was one damned thing for sure: I had to move it to my condo right away if I was going to keep it. If I just left it where it was, it would surel... line a lot of police and politicians' pockets because it was not documented. Nobody would notice if it simply disappeared. Then I had a brainstorm.I could dress in my regular clothes and look like an employee of the boss. That way, I should be able to put the gold into suitcases and take it out the front door without anyone paying attention. I. "You will find my quiz, pull it out of the stack, pick up your little pen again, and mark it an A+." My third instruction was just more of the same, "Now open your grade book, and start going back through every grade for my name....and give me an A."Mrs. Sara Snowden started moving slowly, in utter disbelief that she was about to do something so illegal and morally wrong, but she couldn't stop herself. It felt as if a blanket of light had warmed her brains and gave the feeling of floating. . Nothing more."She likes everything if the price is right." Jack smiled at me."A real whore, then, huh? Is that what you are honey - a real whore?" That's right, Gerry." Tell me then. Tell me you're a whore. A cock whore - and by the looksof it a coke whore too."I couldn't bring myself to it, could I? Is that what I was?I stammered. Then the words came out. "I'm a whore Gerry. I'm a cockwhore. And I'm a coke whore." You'll do anything, won't you baby?" I'll do anything for you honey," I. " A big guy," Lindy murmured."Very," I chuckled. "It tends to be a bit harsh though, so I took a class in what's called 'Esalen Massage, ' to sooth." Again I illustrated with long strokes with the palms of my hands pressing down. Some mineral oil had been sitting beside the bed. I could imagine what the residents might use it for. I had applied it to my hands before the strokes."Nice," she murmured. "You should do this professionally." I have," I told her. "Worked for the boss of a girlfriend.