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for you.”
    Right about then a long black
limousine pulled up under the canopy and came to a stop. A Japanese
man in an impressive black coat put on a traditional top hat as he
got out of the driver’s side, came around and opened the door. He
stood at attention, gazing rearwards off into nowhere, as utter
silence reigned for a blessed moment on the darkening
sidewalk.
    Braden’s mouth cracked open in a grin,
and he lifted a wrist and checked his watch with eyebrows raised in
admiration.
    “ Wow. I am impressed.” He
cocked his head to one side. “That’s mighty quick work.”
    He’d only just phoned in.
    “ Oh, Braden. I want to sit
looking backwards in the jump seat!”
    Braden grinned and pointed at the
door.
    Heather resisted the strong impulse to
leap up into Braden’s arms and squeal like a schoolgirl, but this
was just so cool. What was Braden up to? The thought of being naked
in the back of a limo overwhelmed her. Sneaky! And cheeky too, but
she liked it. The windows were jet black.
    Braden’s outstretched arm beckoned her
forwards, and so without further ado, Heather crouched a bit and
crawled into the dark interior, reaching into the jacket pocket for
her earrings, what with the tinted windows and such, and in the
right hand pocket was a brand-new cherry lipstick she was dying to
try, assuming she could actually get it off again in time to go
back to work.
    The place got even darker as Braden
clambered in, the wide door still fairly tight for such a big man,
and then he paused in confusion as the door slammed behind him and
the chauffeur moved around to get going again.
    “ Hello.” His jaw dropped
open and his eyes bugged out a bit when he comprehended the reality
of two grinning Asian gentlemen sitting in opposite corners of the
back seat, one elderly and the younger sleek and
inscrutable.
    The driver’s door clunked. Right about
then the thing smoothly started off, rolled left, right, and then
out into the darkening streets of downtown Burlington and Braden
dropped onto a jump seat to avoid tumbling over.
    The quickly-stifled squawk from
Heather was merely a fitting counterpoint to what was looking to be
a bit of an awkward situation.
    “ Heather! Put your clothes
back on.” Braden’s hiss was otherwise hollow in the most profoundly
shocked silence he’d enjoyed for quite some time.
    Heather giggled.
    “ No.”
    “ What?” Braden’s eyes
goggled.
    It was unthinkable. She stuck her
tongue out at him.
    He stared into those eyes and engaged
a few insane thoughts. His jaw dropped.
    Or was it? Was it really unthinkable?
As if drawn by an invisible force, his head slowly
swiveled.
    On the far side, the driver’s side,
the old man’s mouth was all split open in a wide grin, revealing
the opalescent gleam of pale and even dentures, his black eyes
glistening with what Braden interpreted as tears of laughter as he
said something incomprehensible to the other man.
    There was a brief flurry of
interchange in what sounded like Japanese.
    Braden brought up his hands in
respectful address and bowed his head humbly as he
waited.
    “ Mr. Fujimoto says he
thanks you for your kindness to a stranger.” The younger one shook
his head in disbelief. “You might as well go for it.”
    On the side of his neck, Braden sensed
the heat of Heather’s hungry gaze.
     
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    The old man pulled out a long leather
billfold from inside of his slick tailored dinner jacket. He gave
several big bills to his companion, and nodded decisively to
Heather and Braden.
    She kicked off her shoes, and then
Heather pulled off her slacks the rest of the way as Braden stared
in disbelief. Next it was the blouse. She was wearing a long red
fishnet body stocking. She posed there, applying lipstick blindly
but doing all right with it.
    “ Well, sugar?” Heather
crawled into Braden’s lap, looking up at him mischievously and
batting her eyelashes. “The man wants a show.”
    “ Hah…hah-hah…hah-hah…huh.”
Braden figured a