Blake snorted in amusement at the tape recorder.<em>Weasel</em>he thought, waiting for him to finish speaking, and smiling a smile that never went anywhere near his eyes. "Certainly" he said, leaning forwards slightly.<br/><br/>"Your client, or 'Fifi', as he asked to be addressed as, has made continual unwanted sexual advances towards me, even after being told that I am not interested in indulging his particular fetishes, which are, incidentally, illegal in 23 states at the last count. Since this hotel does not have a grand piano, that I have seen, I am unsure how he even intends to even carry these out. Even if I did have a gas mask, chunky peanut butter and a live quail, I would not wish to use them for your clients purposes."<br/><br/>He leaned back from the tape recorder, smiled once again and turned back to the others to await the arrival of the law.<br/><br/>