"Becky, I'm just fooling myself here. You're different that I am and I don't see us headed in the same direction. I'm sorry, I did call earlier to can...cel, but you didn't answer." I hadn't really called but she didn't have to know that; I was trying to make a point here.She smiled at me and asked, "Is this the money thing again? I'm not better than you because my family's rich." No, this isn't about money and I didn't say better, I said different." I answered with a little force.Becky wasn't. "Aw fuck, now?" The primate grunts.You repeat yourself but more forcefully. Yes, now.The primate tries to shift the bulge in his clothing. "I guess it'll still be here when I come back..."He arrives back at what he sees as his home soon later. It's little more than a shack made of wood and metal, not even environmentally sealed. A female of his species is waiting outside, one he recognizes as a partner."I heard gunshots Bill, what the hell was it?" The partner asks."Are the kids in bed Maeve?". Gives them some sneak preview sex. Except ... 5. You are a retard sometimes, [H]! I mean, we talk about obscuring identities, then you write the conversation using our real names! Duh! I've changed them all to initials for now. If my character reappears later, please call her "Zoe." 6. I've had to make some other characters less recognizable. You can't simply change "Senator" to "Governor." Likewise, there are enough rumors about [C's] sexuality--making him a TALL. “They din’t ask me to spy or nuffin, honest.”“Not yet”, I replied. “No one has ever asked you about the job you did in Paris?”“No one except my boss at the time, and he was the one who sent me.”“Shame. That would have been simpler.”“How d’you mean?”“Hang on. When exactly was the Paris job?”“Late September last year. Can’t remember the exact date.”“Leverage.” I shook my head sadly. Poor guy was up to his ears in shit, and he didn’t even know it.“Huh?”“I would be willing to bet that the Paris job.