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applications she received went, listening with grim satisfaction as the sharp teeth tore the threatening note into little ribbons.
    Marissa didn’t take orders from anyone. She gave them. Whoever this anonymous blackmailer was, they could kiss her ass. What were they going to do? Scare her? Hurt her?
    She’d like to see them try.

Chapter Five
    A t the garage Dirk bought—or should he say the bank owned?—he read a letter of his own and cursed.
    “Stupid , bureaucratic jerks!” He crumpled the missive into a ball and flung it into the corner of his office, just missing his garbage pail. Why can’t I ever get a break?
    “Something wrong , boss?” asked Andy, his tousled head popping inside the door.
    “ Those bloody jerks on their fat asses down at city hall refused to give me a permit so I could park overflow vehicles out in the yard. Apparently, we can only have a set number due to some mumbo-jumbo bylaw no one has ever heard about. Goddamn pencil pushers in their fucking offices! Bet you none of them has known a real day’s work in their life.”    
    “ Ah, that sucks, boss,” said Andy. He came in and settled his lanky form onto the chair in front of the desk. “So what are you going to do now?”
    “Try again,” Dirk grumbled. “I know they’ll allow it if I figure out how to fill in the stupid form properly and if I could understand their freaking bylaws. What I need is to find someone who speaks their legal, red-tape language to give me the loophole I need.”
    “What about using a lawyer?”
    A sarcastic-tinged chuckle rumbled from Dirk. “Oh yeah, like I’m gonna give those scum suckers who tried to screw me over, a dime. Not that I have a bloody dime to give. I sank everything into getting this place.” Every penny he had plus some loaned from his mom, who still believed in him even after all he’d put her through.
    “You know what you need to do?” said Andy with a devilish grin. “You need to date one of them office clerk gals. Butter her up nice and good. Show her a good time and then get her to fill it out and push it through.”
    And that suggestion pretty much summed up Andy . His solution to most of life’s problems involved getting laid. Had a hard day at work—get laid. Have a day off with nothing to do—get laid. Worst part of it all, Andy never had a problem getting laid. But in this case, maybe Andy had the right idea. Dirk definitely needed help, and who better to aid him than someone who worked with those forms and bylaws every day?
    “You know,” said Dirk , his tone pensive as he rolled the idea around in his mind, “that’s not a bad idea.”
    Andy slapped his thigh and grinned. “Right on, boss. I’m sure there are lots of old broads over there that would totally dig you.”
    Old ? Had Andy implied he could only get old chicks? Just because Dirk had just passed the thirty-mile marker—a few years ago—didn’t make him old. He kept fit and made sure to pluck the gray hairs on his chest, which seemed intent on multiplying more quickly lately. He even shaved his head daily to hide the gray on top and his receding hairline. Dirk sighed. Getting old sucks . Next thing he knew, he’d need a walker and bifocals.
    “Maybe I’ll take a walk over to City Hall and see what the pickings look like. And just so you know, older women are much better in bed. Experience, my boy, beats youth any time.”
    Andy’s eyes lit up. “Really? You know what, maybe I should test that theory. My landlady’s been hinting at getting a piece of me. Maybe I’ll give her a try.”
    Dirk just sighed again and shook his head. Oh, to be so young—and horny—again.
    Leaving Andy in charge of the transmission repair on the Dodge Caravan in the shop, Dirk changed his grease-stained shirt for a cleaner, black Harley one. His black jeans didn’t have any holes in them—yet—and he’d even popped a mint into his mouth. Armed and ready to face the bylaw dragons, Dirk left and walked