CHAPTER 11
Late the following afternoon, as was his general custom, Jerry Torgeson appeared at the massage parlor.
On those occasions when he wanted a massage, he preferred making it late. He wanted the entire facilities for himself. Included within that concept was lovely Diane, on whom he wished to focus his affections.
He showed up as usual clad in a sport outfit. His blue shirt was open at the collar, while his light blue sport outfit matched his electric blue eyes. Jerry Torgeson wasn't handsome, but definitely had an alert look about him. At thirty-eight, he had already established himself in business to the extent of having a beautiful home in Beverly Hills, along with three Cadillacs.
“Hello there, honey,” he said, pulling off his jacket. “How's business been?”
“Fine, Jerry
