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topics were discussed.
    Cathleen took advantage of the lull and
changed the conversation, "So Mr. Davies, have you the paperwork
that's required for our endeavor?"
    "I do." and pulled out some folded papers
from his inside jacket pocket.
    Placing the paperwork on the smooth stone,
he slid it towards Cathleen. "We need a witness, perhaps Mr. Farlow
could sign." he suggested.
    "Yes... "Cathleen started, looking over the
paperwork. “These are in order. The lawyers have done their jobs
correctly this time."
    Mr. Davies pulled a pen from his pocket and
handed it to her. Cathleen accepted it and signed the documents in
front of her. Handing the pen back, Mr. Davies did likewise. Once
he'd finished, he shoved the paperwork in front of James.
    James read the bill of sale, 'Luxury Limo',
which accompanied a deed for property and titles to several
vehicles. This was indeed his employer. But, it appeared he was
under new ownership. Several thoughts hit him at once; ‘ How does
it affect his pay, who does he report to, and is this for
real?’
    "Mr. Farlow?" Frank interrupted his thoughts
of confusion.
    "Oh, yes...” James looked for the witness
line to sign. Scribbling his John Hancock, he nervously smiled,
"There you are." and in a bit of a daze, slid the paperwork
back.
    Frank Davies rose to say his good byes,
congratulating Cathleen on being the proud owner of a
transportation company, and took his leave.
    "Any suggestions for me now that I own the
company you work for?" Cathleen asked slyly.
    "Make sure the chauffeur realizes who their
clients are?" was all James could say.
    Laughing at that, Cathleen suggested dinner.
They walked back in to the dinner hall. She ordered for both of
them as James seemed conflicted with the menu.
    "Now that I have you in my service, there
are certain benefits I would like to offer you; should you agree to
accept their conditions." she began.
    "I am working to put myself through college
so that I can go into criminal justice." he explained, "Should the
benefits aid in that endeavor, I would be willing to agree to any
stipulations put forth to me."
    "I am aware of your situation, James.
However, you are unaware of mine." she replied. "Should you choose
to do my bidding, I would compensate you through gratuities for
your services."
    "Are the services any more than I already am
providing?" James needed to know.
    "I have certain clients that require more
personal service than others." Cathleen hinted.
    James suspected that whatever the 'service'
was, it bordered on illegal. He wanted to fight crime, not create
it.
    "I would only request that I not be asked to
do anything illegal." James stipulated.
    "Let's evaluate your circumstances, shall
we?" she reflected, "You are a college student with no significant
other, your parents live five states away who have no means to
support your efforts, your best friend, Michael Goodman, is the
only acquaintance you have, and the only assets you have are your
wits, charm, and good looks." taking a breath, "You seek a career
in law enforcement which yields you 50k a year to start should you
not be cut back by the government, a possible pension plan that
nets you no more than social security pays, and you risk life and
limb for a losing battle you could hardly put a dent in."
    "All true but I have a moral obligation I
wish to keep." James pointed out.
    "I'm not quite finished." she interrupted,
"You are a male with sexual needs that could be met should you
choose to do so, yet you've refrained for moral reasons. You
removed any consequences that could occur from your sexual
adventure Saturday night before you committed to the deed. The only
moral obligation you have is the fear of emotional stress you could
incur should the partner you bed wish for a permanent relationship.
You even took the initiative to forward the text back to Lisa in
case she didn't remember her agreement with you, keeping you guilt
free of your actions."
    "Yes, but I had no legal issue with