11 "Well, I thought if you guys came to a cocktail party here tomorrow evening you could be the guys who just bought in on one of my investment properties." "So tell us, my friend, where is this property?" "Actually it's in Arizona." "So you're selling the desert, and you probably want us to tell the people that we're getting ready to build a luxury hotel next to the lot you're selling them." "No, nothing like that. This is a retirement community." "Say, Bob, did you tell them they're going to have to carry their own canteen." "No, this is on the up and up. We're putting in a recrea- tion area with a country club, swimming pools, and golf courses. Then we'll build nice homes around the area." A wry grin crossed Jay's face. "Well, I hope you don't sell them all the same lot. After all there's plenty of desert to go around. What are you going to use for golf carts, you'll need four wheel drive jeeps. I can see some old fat-fart out there on your golf course, cursing like hell, saying, 'If I ever get out of this sand trap I'll have this course licked.'" Tom burst into open laughter. It was all too much for him; if he couldn't contain himself, he'd be rolling on the floor. "Sure, old buddy, we'd be glad to come down and help you out of the sand trap." "It makes you thirsty talking about the desert," Bob said, "so we'll need to pop a few corks to relieve our thirst. After- wards we should visit the night club here in the hotel." Index   Back Forward Tell A Friend About This Book! Buy The Book War Of The Gods by Jay Rome all rights reserved © FreeScape.com ©