He decided to keep his options open.

Gunnar's face refused to betray anything. On the one hand, this proposal was outrageous; on the other, he needed money, and he had to admit, he was intrigued.

"Go on," he said. "I'm listening."

"Tho only thing is," Miss Hooker went on, "is that sometimes, in addtion to being simply an escort, what a woman might call 'arm candy,' a man may also get called upon for -- there's no other way to say it: sexual favors. Now, Mr. Hart, I don't want you to think I'm pushing or cornering you into anything offensive to you against your will. I'm just being frank, honest, and realistic. If you pursue this, we leave it all up to your personal judgment whether or not you engage in such ... relations."

"However," Dr. Hammer continued with a clever smirk, "after reviewing your most recent Purple Scimitar medical data, I think we should point out that, should you consider ... the sex ... you will be more than adequately ... qualified for it ... !"

"Yes," said Miss Hooker, "you may be shocked to hear this, but there are ... some women ... who react very strongly to an unusually large penis. The data suggests that you are quite large yourself. So if you engage in any sex, you may be highly prized by certain clients. In fact, such a vital statistic would look good on your ... resume."

Dr. Hammer removed her glasses. "If you don't mind -- we would like to take a picture of it."

Gunnar was surprised. "You two want me to whip it out?"

"Yes," said Miss Hooker. "Here. Now. That is, if you don't mind."

Gunnar studied the women. They seemed keyed-up and anxious -- probably about a whole lot more than just helping to fill out someone's resume.