***Jack Wallace knew something was wrong immediately. It was the sky. Diffused light seemed to bear down on him from everywhere, from every object, ye...t no sun could be seen above. Just a seamless bright white sky hung over head. Despite being what should have been a balmy Miami afternoon, Jack wasn't the slightest bit warm. Nor could he feel the breeze, which blew the tops of the palms. Impossibly, the air was still without temperature.Jack made a careful assessment of his surroundings. He was. It was daunting to have a client with her spouse there. I met them at their townhouse after dinner some weekday evening. Sandra was in her blue power suit. Her husband had a gray suit on. He must have been some sort of a businessman. They looked like they had just left some high-powered meeting. She explained that she and her husband wanted “a little help in the bedroom.” They confirmed that I was willing to help them. I was. They led me upstairs. They were still wearing their suits in their. ’ ‘Could always do with someone friendly around….’ * The cars parked up the road from the lane that led to the lab, and two men got out of one and made their way through the woods to the back of the building where a high wire fence surrounded the property cutting off the access to the large overgrown back yard. Two large Rottweilers prowled, their noses up in the air as they got the scent of the two men. Levelling their guns through the wire mesh at the dogs they took aim. Just as one of the. Be his little slut in bed. He'll start doing things that you never expected." "Yeah, like asking me what I did with his sweet, little Sarah. I couldn't bear to freak him out, Ben." He shook his head and smiled. "You're not listening to your old pal, Ben. He's waiting for you to find your inner slut. Put sweet little Sarah on the shelf for a while." Sarah smiled uncomfortably at her drink while she stirred her straw. Ben didn't feel like he really convinced her, but it sure had been a fun.