They argue, the lawyers but not Guy. He watches them and it’s like he’s figuring them out and for a second, just a split second, I see he has some... of the bluest eyes ever. What shocks me the most is that they agree; Thompson spoke privately with Delauter and agreed to allow Ramirez to speak with Guy one on one but both would need to be secured. I do the search of Guy myself and he has nothing that would be dangerous I secure him in an interrogation room and wait with him while Thompson goes to. Sloan, my married name with Monica, and Ms Jackson, my "maiden" name. We hoped Denise and Tinka would change their minds, but if not, maybe we'd find some other use for a separate room. "Maybe you'll get lucky, and you won't want me around," Monica said. I kissed her reassuringly.Apparently, something else did occur to Monica. As we approached the hotel desk she whispered to me "Just follow my lead, and go along with whatever I say." What do you mean?" I asked."Never mind," Monica replied. "You. He picked a day when his folks were gone and emptied it out onto his bed and started counting. There was $27,641. He placed the rubber band-bound stacks back into the box and sat thinking about what he should do with it. He certainly didn’t want to explain to his parents where it came from. It wasn’t that he felt consumed with guilt about his activities with the ladies; he didn’t, but he was smart enough to know most people wouldn’t see providing sexual pleasure as a community service. So, what. “You dropped these outside the station” dangling in front of him were her keys. She thanked him and got into the building. Again she felt bad and turned to see him walking away. “Ryan?!” he turned back looking at her. “Fancy a coffee?” He accepted with no hesitation to get out of the cold. Little did she know he was aiming for a lot more than a simple coffee. Walking up the stairs he couldn’t help but notice her ass bouncing side to side with each step. ‘Stop it! Not now’ he could feel his.