I had been associated with ‘the business’ for decades: theatre, TV, film; lighting engineer, cameraman, actor (OK, not a successful actor) so I kn...ew the sharp end from the blunt end and the front end from the rear end! My agent (also known as Mr. 15% + VAT) had asked if I would consider diversifying into an alternative area of artistic expertise; to be specific diversifying into the weird and wonderful world of ‘adult entertainment’ and he didn’t mean telling rude jokes at a working men’s club. Nothing. Nothing at all. No contact from her, no word about her, a complete zero.I'd come home with a lot of hope. OK, she was still recovering from Quiller running her down, I figured, these things take time to come back from. She'd been a pretty sick girl when I'd seen her that day in the hospital, they'd held her in that damn "induced coma" for three full weeks, she'd just finally woke up, of course it would be a while for her to recuperate. Thanksgiving ought to do it, I hoped. Well, OK,. That took me up to lunch time.Rick caught Harry, Tricia and myself in the canteen. We'd just finished lunch. He dropped his own tray alongside us. "Snatched any good women lately?" he asked.Harry just looked up from his coffee."I've got an answer to that memo of yours — about the Cindy collection." Good," said Harry. "How does it look?" OK, I think. We found her all right, although your details were a bit misleading." How come," said Harry, warily."Well we've got a Cindy Bailey. Works for a. I am so horny that I may explode if you don’t put it inside me in the next few minutes.” We laughed at that, but neither one of us was in any mood to reject the idea.We stripped in what may well be record time. I threw a towel on the bed, spread it out, and plopped my ass on it very emphatically. I had assumed that the missionary position was the one that Almo would be familiar with, so that was what I chose. I figured on introducing other positions later on, but I didn’t want to scare him away.