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shrugged.
    "They like money. They like sex. They like adventure. They get a lot of money for doing what they have often done for nothing."
    "Where do you find them?" I said.
    "You don't have to find many. Once you start, it becomes sort of networking," April said. "But we begin by, say, answering personal ads on the Internet or in reputable publications, We send them a discreet query. Would you be interested in escort work. Or we send someone out to dating bars, pick up the right-looking woman, ask the same discreet thing."
    "Eliminate those who are not ... our kind?"
    "Don't laugh at me," she said. "This is not a bunch of sweaty people grunting in the dark. This is a first-class private club. I want my girls to enjoy sex. I want my clients to be with girls who enjoy sex."
    "The real deal," I said.
    "Exactly. That's just the right phrase. This is the real deal."
    "So why don't your clients just go and avail themselves of women like this for nothing. They are there."
    "Because it's troublesome. Because they would have to go through the screening process that we go through for them. We screen very carefully."
    "You do that?"
    "Yes," April said. "Men come here knowing they'll have an affectionate, sexy time with attractive, intelligent, and well-spoken women."
    "AIDS?" I said.
    "That risk exists in any sexual encounter," April said, "unless it's a long-term monogamous one. Short of that, we take every precaution. Our girls are regularly tested. Our clients are from a level of society that is less likely to encounter AIDS."
    "And the personal services?" I said.
    "Well, aren't you nosy," she said.
    "Part of my profession," I said. "I can withdraw the question."
    "Sometimes, special circumstances."
    "I think I won't explore the special circumstances," I said.
    She shrugged.
    "No big deal," she said. "Sometimes a client wants to fuck the boss."
    "The house mother, so to speak."
    April stared at me.
    "Are you being shrinky with me?" she said.
    "Just a thought," I said.
    "Well, I know you're with Susan and all, but I don't buy any of that."
    "I'm not selling it," I said.
    "Sorry," April said. "I've just... I tried it for a while... Most of the shrinks I talked with were crazier than I was."
    We were quiet. Tedy picked up a chess piece and moved it. Hawk studied the move. Their concentration was palpable.
    "Do you play chess?" April said.
    "No," I said.
    "Do you know how?"
    "No."
    "I don't either," she said.
    Hawk picked up his chess piece and moved it. Tedy nodded slowly as if he approved.
    "Could you come to my office with me for a moment?" April said.
    "Sure."
    We left the room and walked past the concierge and down the hall to the office. The office staff was busy at their computers.
    "Tell me a little more about Tedy Sapp," she said.
    "What more?" I said.
    "He seems, sort of, different."
    "He is different," I said. "So is Hawk. So am I. We're all different. It's why we do what we do."
    "But ... what's going on with the hair?"
    "Too blond?" I said.
    "And artificial. He looks like some sort of ridiculous wrestler or bodybuilder or something."
    "Tedy's gay," I said. "He fought it for a long time. The bright hair is sort of a statement: I'm not trying to pass."
    "But can he really do what he's supposed to?"
    I was quiet for a moment. There were a lot of things to say. But I didn't say any of them. I just answered the question.
    "Better than almost anyone," I said.

13
     
    I was at my desk, with my feet up, on the phone with Patricia Utley, who was at home in New York. Pearl was spending quality time with me, in my office, on her couch, lying upside down with her head hanging and her tongue lolling. She seemed boneless lying there, and nerveless, as if time and stress were of no consequence and eternity were a plaything.
    "When you brought her to me she was a terrified child," Patricia Utley was saying. "I cleaned her up and began to train her. I didn't send her out for a year."
    "Orphans of the Storm," I said.
    "Well, not entirely, I