The old man kept driving until he reached the parking lot for the Pussy Kat Klub, a local strip club in what was usually considered the "bad" part of town.
He parked his car, then got out, remembering to grab his briefcase. Once inside the strip club, he met with the manager Larry Vaughn.
"So," the old man said, glancing towards the stage. A young woman was strutting around in a pair of panties, a pair of 6-inch heels, and nothing else, then grabbed the pole and swung around it. "What seems to be your problem? You didn't go into specifics."
"My problem are the protesters outside my club," Larry said. The man had a strong New York accent. "If I don't do somethin' about those bitches, I might lose all my customers."
"I didn't see anyone out right now."
"Nah, they only do it at night when the place is the busiest. I think one of them's a school teacher or somethin'," Larry said. "I guess she doesn't want to miss work. Ha! I wonder how she'd like it if I went down to that school there and protested her."
"That won't be necessary. When I'm done with your protesters, you won't have a problem anymore. In fact, your business may even pick up, if you catch my drift."
"Oh, yeah. Of course," Larry said, smiling. The old man could see two gold teeth in that smile.
"So, how many protesters are there?"
"Five. But, man, the way they yell, it almost sounds like twice that."
"Do you know their names?"
"Yeah. I used them when I called the cops. But apparently, it's not illegal to protest. Damn freedom of speech."
"Can you give me their names?"
"Uh, yeah," he said. "The leader's name is Elizabeth Raiford. And then there's Katie Shepard and Bonnie Hines and Miranda Biggs and Tia Sullivan."
"Tia?"
"Yeah, I think it's short for Christina or somethin'. So, can you take care of my problem?"
"Of course. But first, do you know if these five women ever congregate somewhere? Other than outside your club, I mean."
"Uh, yeah. I think they meet at Raiford's house every day around four o'clock. The bitches actually have a name for themselves. The Concerned Women's Society - CWS for short."
"Well," the old man said, smiling. "That's perfect. It'll be easier to proceed if all of them are in one place." He held out his hand and Larry shook it. "Believe me, soon those five women won't be a problem for you in the slightest."
"Glad to hear it."
The old man glanced towards the stage and watched the same woman still showing off her body. "I've got some time to kill. Do you mind if I ..."
"No, go right ahead."
The old man smiled and sat down at one of the tables to watch the show.
