The thought popped into my mind that by moving on she would have avoided getting a cigarette put out on her butt. I wondered if she was thinking the s...ame thing. Indirectly, the cigarette burn was my fault."Let's not think about that any more, okay?"But Laura wasn't ready to stop. "If we hadn't met I wouldn't have this ring." If you hadn't asked me to spend a weekend in the hotel with you I wouldn't be lying here with a hard-on." Oh?" Her hand moved down. "Oh, you do, don't you."That is when I. I learned it from Elizabeth, I'm sure."This is a preliminary hearing," Baker blustered."Which doesn't abrogate Ms. Wells' right to have her attorney cross-examine witnesses," Castille chided from the bench. "Go ahead, Mr. Wallace." Thank you, Your Honor," I said. "Detective Scarborough, I apologize for pulling you from your important duties for this fiasco." Your Honor!" Baker said."Yes?" Castille answered. "If you wish to object you must say so. This isn't your first day out of law school is. “What does that mean?” Melinda asked getting frustrated by the lack of detail in his answers to her questions. She would have stormed out of there by now except Mike was using computing capabilities that boggled her mind and she had to learn more.“Myra won’t understand you unless we get enough data about your voice for her to recognize you,” Mike answered. Anticipating her question, “Myra is just a little system that Steve threw together when working on his doctorate.”“Okay,” Melinda said. ) I have been dreaming of becoming a woman for about two years, and last night was no different. It is nearly always the same, I am a beautiful woman who lives with another woman who is equally as stunning (impossibly beautiful, sensuality personified), in a beach house somewhere north of here. I say north, because there are cliffs that stretch below to golden brown beaches, not like the bleached white sand of the southern part of the state. The dreams are so real to me that I usually (nearly.