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too many questions
no doubt trying to find a story to share with his friends. He
complained about having to hair dry a wet back seat. Harry gave him
another bill and he shut up.
    They were home in fifteen minutes. The
first thing Harry did was slide under his car and retrieve his
Beretta. He locked the doors and drew the curtains then they both
showered and hopped into bed.
    “Think they’ll come after
us?”
    “No Sandy, They’ll know I’m ready. Tony
knows he can’t compete on equal terms. He had his chance, now it’s
my turn. Thanks to you.”
    He kissed her and she kissed him with
all the passion she could gather. She climbed on top of him using
her vagina and breasts to make him hard. She kissed and rubbed as
though trying to push herself into his skin. Then she mounted him
and stroked until he groaned in release.
    “You saved my life then made love to
me. The best sex I ever had.”
    “Why do you think I saved you? I needed
that more than you did. This danger stuff is a turn on.”
    “It is if you live through
it.”
    “We did. What now?”
    “I don’t know yet.”
    She knew he had his next move planned
but he wasn’t about to share.
    “I’m in.”
    “What?”
    “I’m in Harry. Whatever is next I’m
part of it.”
    “No way. I’m not dragging you into
this.”
    “I’m in Harry.”
    “No way.”
    “I’m in Harry.”

Chapter 9
     
    The following morning Harry drove Sandy
to pick up her car. It wouldn’t start so he drove her to the
Chrysler dealership on Highway 9.
    “Take your pick,” he said.
    “You’re kidding?”
    “No, go ahead and pick one but if
you’re with me then make it inconspicuous, not a red sports car.
Got me?”
    “I don’t have the money to buy the runt
of the litter on this lot.”
    “It’s on me. If you’re going to come to
my rescue you’d better have something that won’t stall along the
way.”
    “Where did you get the
dough?”
    “I never spent dime one of my pay for
the last three years. Where I was the only thing for sale were
goats and booze. A coalition soldier doesn’t last long drunk in
Afghanistan and I didn’t have any use for a goat.”
    “I can’t decide, Harry.”
    “Like this Chrysler 300? It’s got a
Hemi in it.”
    “Yah, but look at the price tag on the
side window. More money than I’ll ever have.”
    A salesman approached with the usual
phoney grin acting as though he was about to become a best friend.
He sat them in his cubicle and pulled the paperwork on the black
sedan. He added some figures which seemed asinine to Harry as the
full list price was on the paperwork. After ten minutes of juggling
figures he said,
    “I can get it for you at two thousand
under list.”
    He smiled as though he’d just sold them
a winning lottery ticket.
    “We can put in an offer but I need five
percent down. A cheque will do.”
    Harry always lost patience at that
point.
    “When I go to Wal-Mart to buy a pair of
jeans they don’t give me any bullshit. They have the price listed
on the item. I pay for it and I’m on my way in seconds. Maybe
that’s why they’re so successful.”
    “You’re not buying a pair of jeans.
You’re making an investment.”
    “Look, go see the sales manager and get
me a price or I’ll go somewhere else. I don’t have time for this. I
have to find a man and shoot him.”
    The salesman’s eyes went wide: he
grabbed the paperwork and left. Sandy laughed.
    “I like your style Harry.”
    The salesman returned and asked them
come to the manager’s office. He looked up at Harry.
    “I’ll write out a deal for my lowest
price on that sedan. You can either take it or leave it. Meanwhile
I need a cheque for five thousand down.”
    “Go on,” said Harry.
    He made out the cheque and Sandy gave
the manager her identifications.
    “The car has to be ready in two hours,”
said Harry.
    “It’ll take longer than that to clean
it,” said the manager.
    “Then don’t. I’m writing a cheque for
the balance so the deal