To an artist, it was a pure artistic demonstration.” “Yeah, one that class will always remember I’m sure.” Professor Dubin just looked at me w...ith a very understandable stare without saying anything. He walked over to his desk then reached into the drawer and pulled out an envelope and held it out to me. I opened it and saw the checks amount. I was astonished. The amount was way more than I was supposed to get. I gave a surprised look to Professor Dubin. He just looked at me and said, “You. This afternoon, I had stopped by the local adult toy shop to pick up a birthday present for my girlfriend. I wouldn't say we were a crazy adventurous couple, but she enjoyed the feeling of a butt plug inside her while we were fucking, and I loved to oblige her. I had purchased a larger than normal version today, so we could try to open her up a bit more. Anyway, I must have dropped my wallet inside, or left it on the counter, and was now forced to drive back into the worst part of town to fetch. ”“Any other place?” the detective asked, trying to pick my brain.A light bulb came on in my mind and I said, “Oh, yes, the garage. There’s so much junk piled up in there, however. Plus, it’s locked up with a chain. I meant to clean it out, but my brother was very adamant and told me not to touch his stuff.”“We’ll start with the attic first and later come back to the bedroom,” the detective decided.I showed the police the ceiling hatch in the hallway that went up into the attic and tugged on the. They went in and he saw it was a bedroom and he recognized many of Meshulam’s personal effects.“I’ve moved into this room,” Meshulam explained unnecessarily. “I just felt it was the best thing to do. I told Sabra I hadn’t been sleeping well for some time and it was beginning to wear on me. She didn’t object much.”Amir asked, “Is that why you brought me here? To tell me this?”“No,” said Meshulam. He walked up to Amir and began unbuttoning his shirt.“I brought you here because I want to make love.