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maid outfits, he picked out two
black and white ones for the twins. He spotted a pink thong with a
built-in vibrator in the front. Thinking of Lisa, he bought what he
thought was her size. He grabbed flavored lotions and other items
that might benefit a woman, and then made his way out.
    Heading for the car, he texted Mike to see
if he was still good to meet up. He replied with a 'yeah' so he
headed there. Mike probably shit a load when men showed up to get
his things. He hoped to rest any fears he had and explain anything
Mike was confused about.
    He pulled into the lot right as Mike got
there. Hopping out, he walked with him to a bench.
    "So, this all started with a limo trip?"
Mike started.
    "Yes, a wedding run." James admitted.
    "Wow dude, you hit the jack pot!"
    "That depends really." James sighed.
    "How's that; shit man, you got it made."
    "I am feeling a bit trapped, buddy." he
said, sounding depressed.
    "Yeah, trapped in heaven of all places!"
Mike exclaimed, excited for his friend.
    "Mike, look at it this way. If I screw this
up, these people can screw my life up." and sighed, “These are
heavy hitters.”
    "So, what is the biggest responsibility you
have?" Mike tried to help.
    "It's a toss-up. Either pleasing the clients
that could be self-centered and finicky or maintaining a quarter of
a million dollars in an expense account." he huffed, "Which one you
think is more important?"
    "I would love to have your problems, if you
could call that much money a problem." Mike chuckled.
    "That's one month." James whispered. "That's
three million a year."
    "You need a lawyer." Mike suggested.
    "Yeah; for a lousy expense account." James
said with a sigh.
    They talked for a while and Mike claimed he
would be at the transportation company that afternoon. They agreed
to keep in touch and James left for his doctor's appointment.
    Pulling out his phone, he looked up the
information. There were no details, only the subject line. Left
with nothing, James had to call someone so he remembered Cathleen
texted him so he would try that.
    'Dr. appt. unknown location.' and
waited.
    Cathleen sent, 'rec room L2.'
    James should have realized that; with
lawyers, accountants, and now, internal doctors. She is going to
think I'm stupid. Texting back, he wrote, '2 nd opinion?"
hoping she would get the humor.
    Cathleen replied, 'Your head needs checked
too'.
    Sending her a 'thanks', he headed for the
grocery store. After picking up the items on the list, he headed
for home. That thought alone rattled his head. Home was now a
mansion with a compound under it. He couldn't help feeling a little
... overwhelmed.
    Parking the car in the parking lot, James
unloaded items from his briefcase he didn't want to carry around.
He left his weapon in the car. He didn't want Niles to come out and
take it again. Opening the glove box, he discovered boxes of
condoms, leaving no room for anything else. There was a compartment
in the middle front seat and he left it there with a flashlight and
map. Since he was the only one driving the vehicle, he didn't have
to worry about leaving it in the car, it was, after all, his
car.
    As he headed for the entrance, one of the
smokers outside yelled, "Decided to wear clothes today?" and
snickered with the rest of the group.
    James replied, "The boss lets me run around
naked. Don't be jealous." as he passed them. He was pretty much
over it. There wasn't anything he could do about it and it was
Cathleen's fault, not his.
    Arriving on the second floor, he made his
way to the rec room. Dropping two bags of groceries off at the mini
kitchen, he set to work stowing the goods.
    After finishing that chore, he looked around
for anyone that could tell him where the doctor was. The woman that
gave him the grocery list came in.
    "Pardon me, I picked up the grocery list and
put them away. Would you know where I could find the doctor? I have
an appointment due."
    "Yes, look for an older woman about five
nine, a thirty inch waist, double D