He has a little bruising on his knuckles and around his neck, but the nurse said he'll be OK." explained Maggie.The four walked to the Den to check on... Tom and Carrie."You go in, Brett. I have to take this call," said Derek."OK," said Brett.Derek saw him walk toward the door, as he sat in his car. "OK, how did you get my number?" I have my ways," stated the voice of the stranger. "I see you have some work to do on your powers. It was a good thing you have a clever friend, or the girl might not. "I can't," she begged and gulped."Look around you," I muttered as a tear rolled from her cheek and dropped onto the bar. Surrounding her was rampant sexual activity. The couple nearest to the door – a dumpy women with a weird haircut and a previously disinterested man – were actively screwing over the table. Her dress had been ripped from her shoulders and her underwear abandoned as she was pounded from behind, pushing her pendulous breasts into the leftovers of the creamy desserts. She was. " I know it," I smiled. "So that's why it's okay spoiling a few bedroom negras, right?" Ohhhh..." Drew laughed at me, " ... That's your whole argument there? And you got me agreeing with you too, huh?" No! I don't know," I shrugged. "I'm just saying slaves are like anybody else, you got some in the lower class, and some in the middle class, and you have a few in the upper class." Like you, huh?" It was Drew's turn to stick his tongue out at me and the waitress was right there to give him a. Beckwith. “Yes it is, how did you know it was me?” I asked. “Because I don’t recognize your number and very few people have my number.” She responded. “How can I help you Mrs. Beckwith?” “You have been recommended highly to me and I’d like to hire you to find someone for me. I don’t have time to discuss it now; can you meet me for dinner at the Yacht club? You do know where the Yacht Club is don’t you?” “Yes, I know where it is. Don’t you want to discuss my fee first?” I asked. .