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staircases leading up to the second floor. On the right was a large dining room, and on the left a double set of closed doors.  I figured even if the wife wasn't here, at least we had a chaperone. 
         Jules very quietly knocked on the door, waited a few seconds, and then entered without getting a response.
         "Mr. Reynolds. Ms. Castle is here."
         Reynolds was there, sitting on an overstuffed easy chair. Across from him, on a very uncomfortable Victorian loveseat, sat another man, about fifty, with thinning dark hair, a face that looked like it had been through a few fights in his day, with a nose headed just a little too far east.  Reynolds stood and came over to me, but did not introduce me to the other man.
         "I'm so glad you could make it this evening." He took an envelop out of his pocket and handed it to me. "This is your fee for the evening. Please sit here."  He pointed to a small chair that was set up next to a wooden table. Both the chair and table didn't look like they belonged in the room, so I figured they brought them in just for the test. 
         "I'll stand for now, if that's alright."
         "Before we begin," Reynolds said, "there is one small little change."
         At this point, Jules left the room, and I looked as she closed the door.
         "There is nothing to fear, my dear.  Jules is just on the other side of the door, and we have a witness," pointing to the other man who rose from the loveseat.
         "What kind of change?"  I put my supplies down on the table.
         "You will be taking the sample from this gentleman, instead of me."
         "He's having the blood test? Does he have a script from the doctor? I have labels with your name on them."
         "That's fine, dear. You will take his blood, using the same tubes you brought with you, and place my labels on the tubes."
         "I can't do that. These labels mean that it's your blood in there."
         The two men looked at each other, and Reynolds motioned for the other man to sit in the chair by the table. 
         "Pull up your sleeve and sit down," Reynolds told him.
         "If you give me his name, I'll call the lab and get..."
         "I don't think you understand. You will not call the hospital. You will take this gentleman's blood, but treat it as if you had taken mine."
         "I'm sorry, Mr. Reynolds. I know you’re an important person in the community, but I can't do that. I'm an MT, ASCP, and I have certain ethical standards."  I started gathering my supplies.
         "Please, you really don't think I would pay you $600 for a house call to take my own blood. You’re just a lab tech; I could get the head of the hospital here for less than that."
         "Then I suggest you have the head of the hospital come over to take the gentleman's blood. I won't do it."
         I started to walk to the door but the other man grabbed by wrist.
         "You ain't gone anywhere, little lady."
         Little Lady? Who did he think he was? Maybe I'm little compared to the Amazon Queen in the foyer, but I certainly didn't feel like a lady just about then.
         "Let go of my wrist, you oaf." I tried to pull free but he just squeezed harder and pulled me to him.
         "If the boss says you're gonna take my blood, then just take my blood and shut up. Please." The thug actually said please.
         At that point, Reynolds nodded to the man and then left the room.
         So this wasn't going exactly as I had expected. I did have the $600 tucked into my pocket, but I had to get out of there alive if I wanted to spend it. I certainly had no intention of taking that man's blood and saying that it was Reynolds'.  And nobody calls me Little Lady and thinks they can push me around.
         "Listen buster. I don't know who you think you are, but I'm a clinical laboratory professional. I live by a code of ethics, and that code says I can't do what you're