Two Boys in Philidelphia

Floating comfortably in the pool of crystal clear water, Jacob Ballast glances at his watch, discovering that it was almost 3:15 pm in the afternoon in the town of southern Philadelphia. "What could be taking him so- suddenly the glass door opened. Out walked a tall, cleanly shaven man in his late thirties, wearing a vibrant red suit and clutching a rather large silver suitcase in his left hand.

"Ahhh, there you are Brian." Said Jacob sternly. "I have been waiting for you."

"Thank you for your patience, Mr. Ballast" replied Brian Sumpterfield.

Waddling himself to the edge of the pool, Jacob, dragged himself up and over the coping.

"Have a seat, Brian. Is there anything I can get you? Scotch, whiskey, maybe?" asked Mr. Ballast.

"No thank you sir, I have to drive home." "But if you don't mind, we can get straight to business."

"Sure, did you get me what I asked for?" asked Jacob.

"Yes sir, it's all here, just like you asked." replied Brian.

"Good good." Mr. Ballast said as he nodded to the gigantic man in a very well kept black suit standing next to the pool. They paused for a moment waiting for the man to return. He strode out the door, with another silver suitcase in hand.

Setting it down on the table, he nodded at Jacob and began to head back towards the place where he stood beforehand. Jacob took hold of the suitcase, and turning it around pulled the hatches back and opened the top. The ten thousand, one hundred dollar bills that lined the inside of the suitcase seemed to turn the world green with their radiation. Finally, gaining control of himself, he pulled his own suitcase up from under the table and placed it onto