Meds.”“What kind of meds?”Shrug, “Who knows?”One more thing for me to overlook in my tightrope relationship with Harold. Short of rounding u...p all the whores and forcing them into some probably ineffective structured setting there wasn’t much I could do. And anyway, he’d have a new batch within a week.“Why’d you call me?”“Insurance. Think I could get insurance on my whores?”“Health insurance?”“I guess. The kind that pays me when they can’t work. Loss of income insurance.”I sighed. “Harold.. I can’t stop thinking about you at work today. Whenever I move in my seat my ass feels great with my plug in, I’ve had a semi on all day. I can’t wait to fuck you later.’ ‘Fuck me later? Don’t get ahead of yourself. You’ve still got a lot of work to do. Let’s see that dick and ass of yours again. By the way, check the back pocket of your bag – be creative!’ I check my bag and find you’ve placed a red sharpie marker in it. Pocketing it I head off again. This time I set the timer on my phone,. ." Yes, that's in place already," slipped in Mr Haga smoothly. "We test it twice weekly." Good," I replied before Mr Foster suggested that I might find a piece of paper he was handing to me interesting. I took the offered sheet and glanced at it. It was a copied and faxed report from that morning's Telegraph newspaper detailing the 'daring' escape from a hospital by a 'dangerous' criminal mastermind. The report went on to say how one of the nurses at the hospital was incriminated in the escape. . like him, but Marcus has the height and the build more than Tony, surely?" It's not about the look," Yvonne tried to explain. "It's a feeling. It's ... Tony's ... Marcus isn't ... He's not 'sexual.'" Marcus?" Shawna's smile was only slightly forced. "He doesn't seem like it, I know, but ... he is. When he thinks about it." It's like everything else with him. It has to be deliberate," Hope confirmed, but there was something in Hope's face that Yvonne noticed that she was sure Shawna couldn't.