" Get out of my way, lady," a man's voice said. "We got a search warrant."The door flew open, and several men burst into the room, bearing guns and ri...ot gear. "Freeze!" one of the men yelled. "Hands on the desk, no sudden movements. You have a right to remain silent. You have a right to a lawyer. Anything you say can be held against you."In moments, Harper and McMullen were laying on the floor, hands handcuffed behind them. One of the men wearing a jacket with "FBI" on it in big letters sat. Every square inch, no, every square millimetre of that material clung to the warm skin hidden underneath. The only crease in the material was the vertical one between her cheeks, which split into two and curved around where her thighs met the rise of her buttocks. "What do we need, Jerry?" I was brought back to the mundane realities of life with a dull thud by my wife's question. How could I possibly be expected to debate the merits of yams versus sweet potatoes when my thoughts were filled. Samantha had decided not to get her nails done because of the waiting list, but made an appointment for a later date. This was a good thing because of the circumstances. It was another ten minutes or so when Nicole made it back in. Our crew was all linked up and ready for some fun with my dad! Nicole, being my dads pet always got to ride shotgun, which was not a problem because I really like being in the back seat with Samantha. She did have time to buy something else, as she had a bag in her. I told things in my own time; I always have. Kelly was more persistent but this time she was a bit more understanding.I turned and looked at her. I thought back eight years, to when I met her. She had been a mess, then. Malnourished, skin and bones, dull hair, dull eyes, dull smile, and a Grunge band-fest worth of pent up anger. She was lost, completely lost. She had a hard childhood, her fucktard of a father killed himself drunk driving, and her mother had been brutally beaten to death on top.