He turned around, and smiled brightly as he walked to his car. He had been very happy recently, much more happy. In truth, he simply could not wait to... get home."I'm back!" George announced loudly as he opened the door to his apartment. He took off his shoes, dropped off his backpack in the closet, and stepped into his home.From the bedroom emerged another George Flinn, identical to him in every way, minus his clothes. George himself was wearing a black tank top, grey shorts, and white socks,. Die Geschäfte liefen gut, auch weil er seinen Kunden sehr viel Aufmerksamkeit schenkte und immer ein offenes Ohr für deren speziellen Wünsche hatte.Mit 54 Jahren und seit fast 30 Jahren im Geschäft wusste er inzwischen, wie und wann seinen Kunden in den unterschiedlichen Regionen eine besondere Freude machen konnte.Heute war mal wieder der Tag, an dem er die Personalunterlagen seiner Auszubildenden der Filialen studierte. Dabei legte er sehr strenge Kriterien an.Nach einer Stunde waren die. Later that day they designed a leaflet that they were going to get printed and researching the cost of the equipment that they would need to buy. Fortunately, what they needed wasn’t going to cost much as their student loans wouldn’t stretch too far.The next morning they both confirmed that they were going ahead with their plan and they spent the next week borrowing things, ordering things and booking a room in the medical school that they could use for the examinations. Sophie deliberately. ‘What’s the problem officer?’ A tall, burly man looked at him. ‘Are you alone in there son?’ His tone told Devlin he already knew the answer. ‘No sir, I’ve got my fiancee in there, but she’s not…’ Devlin didn’t like the leer that the man’s face took on. ‘Your fiancee huh, that’s a new name for it. Willis, check it out. Bring her out here.’ When he was doing that, the burly man spoke again. ‘I want to see your license, registration, insurance papers and log books. We got reports of prostitutes.