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Lisa."
James started explaining. "Should the services you request be
considered, let's say ... prostitution, which is a crime that I
want no part of, I would have to decline."
    A giggle left her lips as he tip-toed around
the intricacies of his sexual exploitation, "But you indeed have a
legal issue with Lisa when I gave you a gratuity for satisfying
her, should you approach it with your ideology."
    This gave James a jolt as he hadn't thought
of it in that light. Technically, Cathleen was correct. He agreed
to satisfy Lisa when Cathleen handed him the tip.
    "You have a point, but it doesn't relieve me
of my moral obligations preventing the emotional trauma of women I
may bed with." he singled out.
    "Ah, but what if every woman you slept with
didn't want to date or marry you?" she offered.
    "I would still not know that for sure."
James pointed out, finishing his last dish.
    "We are talking about a scenario where you
wouldn't need to worry about that. Love and lust would not cross."
she explained. "Lust would be the only thing they sought." pushing
her plate back.
    “So; there is no moral or legal issue?"
James asked, wiping his lips with the napkin.
    "No, not at all." she replied, finishing her
drink.
    "Then I would agree to the services. What
about the benefits?" he asked.
    A smile crossed her lips with his question,
"Take us home James." she instructed, and got up from the
table.
     

Chapter Four
     
    The ride back consisted of talk about the
company she purchased and the procedure used to reserve and
dispatch trips. He made a few recommendations in that regard and
left it at that.
    Arriving back on the Spencer estate, James
pulled the car up in the circle drive. Letting Cathleen out, he
stood for instruction.
    "Park that car in the garage." she ordered
and headed into the house.
    James was a little perplexed. He hadn't seen
a garage. He walked around the sides of the mansion and seen a
tennis court, a lake, and a swimming pool with a golf course in the
distance. No garage to be found.
    It was James' experience that if the logical
was not the fact, the illogical had to be. He drove the car off the
circle, carefully looking for another driveway. He found it just as
he met the drive to go down and out. Making his right, he drove to
the two-story, four bay garage located practically in the woods. No
expense was spared here either, as the garage reflected the
mansion's decor.
    A bay was already open and he had a spot
free there. He went ahead and parked it in the available slot.
Before he could get out, the garage door began closing. Two other
cars filled the other bays. One was a BMW and the other was an
SUV.
    Two African American men exited a side door
and approached him. Stepping out, he was greeted with, "Your weapon
and keys please."
    James found himself in a dilemma of sorts as
he had never relinquished his weapon to anyone before, usually just
storing it, preventing the need to turn it in. Considering his
options, he pulled holster and all then said, "I'll want that
back." handing both to one.
    "I don't know stud, is it better than mine?"
the taller of the two said, pulling out a gold plated .44 magnum
and flashed it around before holstering it.
    "9 millimeter, 16 round clip." the short one
admitted. "Not bad." unloading it.
    "Follow us." the taller one said, and off
they went through the side door the two came out of.
    James picked up his pace and followed. He
was led up the path to the mansion. Entering from the side, he
found himself in a parlor. Cathleen waited for him there.
    "First, a phone call." she announced, and
picked up the phone. Dialing, she listened for the other end.
    The short man asked James for his wallet.
Instinctively, James reached for it but caught himself. Seeing his
hesitation, the man motioned with a hand gesture to cough it up.
James reluctantly handed it over.
    "I need to speak to the supervisor on duty."
she asked then waited.
    "This is Cathleen Spencer." she said. "To
whom am I speaking?"