"It's really no bother. In fact, I think it's kinda' cute." I extended my hand gracefully to him at the same time I noticed beads of sweat on his fo...rehead and upper lip from his landscaping efforts. A wicked thought ran through my mind. Lick the sweat off of his lips. Go on, you know you want to do it.Composing myself before I would succumb to this desire I nonchalantly responded, "My name is Melissa. What's yours?" I asked even though, of course, I knew. I had hired him six years ago. It contained key words and occurrences that gave him hints about what part of the man’s life they were in. ‘I think we’ll need at least four more storage units and another 6 hours to get it all,’ he said. As an afterthought, he asked, ‘How far do we take him?’ ‘All the way,’ Gerald said, ‘He thinks he’s had a catastrophic accident and we staged it well enough. Let’s let him relive it so he can get his bearings.’ ***** Looking over, he saw her, sitting in the passenger seat, seatbelt snug as it. “Mike, Truda; I want a nice clean fight. When I tell you to break, you break, stop punching, and take a step back. No holding and hitting. There will be standing eight-counts at my discretion and a fighter can be saved by the bell, except for the final round. Any questions? Let’s give them a good fight.”Mike only partially heard Karla’s instructions; he was preoccupied with the massiveness of his opponent. Truda was even more imposing in the ring than she was in her office that first day. She. "I got it open!" Give me a hand with this thing over here!" He heard someone rasp. "It weighs a fucking ton!" Quit staring at that fucking thing and get your ass over here Izo!" Came another voice clearly, confirming Nobuyuki's suspicions as to the identity of the little group, or at least some of it members."Those punks!" He muttered grimly, thinking upon the earlier encounter. "Why I ought to!" Awwww sweet!" Sato fairly drooled, having found the shrines silver prayer bell, he'd chanced to.