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break up the fight and threw Paris and Michael out of the club.
    Frank left the club to offer Paris a ride home. He saw Michael prying the Rolex watch off of Paris’s wrist and heard him demand that Paris give him the bracelet and earrings that he’d purchased for him.
    Frank started up his car. “Come on, Paris; I’ll take you home!”
    Michael cursed and yelled as Paris made his way to the car. “I don’t know why I even settled for some trash like you! You ain’t fit to eat shit out my ass!”
    Paris got into the car and shut the door. “You’re right; that’syour mama’s job!” Paris yelled out of the window as Frank drove off.
    Michael chased the car to the end of the block and then stopped and cursed at Paris as he caught his breath.

    Simone and Stefan arrived at the Crowne Plaza Hotel on East Canal Street at eleven o’clock. They were thirty minutes late. Stefan yawned as he got off of the elevator and Simone thought about whether she should apologize to their client for being late. As they approached the room, they spotted Thomas peeking out of the door. The two looked at each other and grinned.
    â€œHe must be in a hurry to get his hands on us,” Simone joked.
    â€œWhat you expect? I’m a hot commodity,” Stefan said, snapping his fingers.
    Simone slowed her pace and allowed Stefan to enter the room first. She was starting to have a case of the giggles like she often did when they went on jobs together, something that happened when she became nervous. She wanted to contain herself before she walked into the room.
    Thomas flung open the door and welcomed them with a hug and a kiss on the cheek. He grabbed Stefan’s hand and spun him around, looking him over. “Um...um...um,” Thomas said, before kissing Stefan’s hand.
    â€œI know that’s right.” Stefan wasn’t surprised by how pleased Thomas was with his appearance.
    â€œWould you two like something to drink?” Thomas asked, glancing at the bottle of Glenlivet on the stand beside the bed.
    Simone looked over at the bottle. “Glenlivet, hell yeah. That’s my baby daddy.”
    Stefan rolled his eyes. “Sure, I’d love to have some.”
    Stefan stood there, watching Thomas pour their drinks while Simone scanned the room.
    â€œIs he a doctor?” Simone whispered in Stefan’s ear, nodding her head toward the white lab coat that lay across the bed.
    â€œYeah,” Stefan mumbled.
    â€œOh, and he’s married, too. Look at that wedding band on the table.”
    Stefan kept his eyes on Thomas, trying to ignore Simone.
    â€œI wonder how much I can get for that bad boy at the pawnshop.”
    Stefan stomped down on her foot.
    Simone quickly slid her foot from under Stefan’s shoe. “What the hell is wrong with you?”
    Stefan looked at her and squinted. “We’re about to make fifteen hundred dollars and you want to damage our credibility by stealing his wedding band so you can get duped out of it at the pawnshop.”
    Thomas handed the two of them drinks. “Is there something wrong?”
    Stefan looked at Simone and then back at Thomas and smiled. “No, everything’s fine.”
    Their session moved by quickly. Thomas put on his Garth Brooks album and they sat on the bed, sipping their drinks while Thomas rambled on about the stress of his job and the new baby his wife had given birth to two weeks earlier. Stefan got off of the bed and began easing off his dress as he swayed his hips to the rhythm of the music. Simone had seen some strange and funny things in her profession but up until that point, she had seen nothing funnier than the sight of Stefan stripping to country music.
    Stefan made eye contact with Simone, signaling for her to getup and join him. She gulped down her drink and joined Stefan, sliding off her clothes and tossing her G-string to Thomas. He held onto it for a minute, inhaling