As I left the office the police asked my sons to join them in the office also. They went in and the door was shut. I wanted to know what was going on.... Why were we being questioned?I spotted Bob in the courtroom and approached him as to what was going on. We looked up and saw the prosecutor coming to his table along with Jim, the black witness. Jim looked terrified. He sat down and kept looking around, especially at me.The prosecutor handed Bob a piece of paper. It was a police report. Bob read. Funny how Jacqui’s nervousness wasn’t showing. Maybe it’d help if I thought about my wife. Probably by then Shaun would have her on her hands and knees or some other position they liked and were madly fucking. I checked out my hands, they were still shaking like a leaf in the wind. Thinking about Michelle didn’t help. What if Trisha chickened out and didn’t come? What a disappointment that would be. Maybe it would be best. What about her boyfriend? I wondered how big he is, probably at least. " Okay, so we're supporting his son's education at Harvard. He's a really smart young man, and he's agreed to work for us for a minimum of two years after he graduates. He's far from being the only one we have helped in that manner, but along the way we've become friends with his mom and dad. Consequently, when we really have to have a reservation upon short notice at a nice restaurant, it seems to give great pleasure for François, the maître d' there, to take care of us. We return the favor by. He rounded a corner in the store and saw the large section of women's makeup, perfumes and so on and he walked over and started to browse. There were a lot of 'tester' bottles and he idly tried some but none of them grabbed his imagination as something his wife would like. He had just picked up a sexy looking bottle of perfume and was looking at the label when a tall woman sauntered past him, stopping here and there to pick up a tester of perfume, rub some on her wrist and then smell it.Mike.