She had realised that she actually had a good voice, and that money could be made as a singer; furthermore, a trained voice would be more saleable tha...n an untrained one.It was some weeks into the singing lessons when Father Reilly's self restraint finally snapped."There's something wrong here," he commented, "You are not breathing at the right times in the song." I can't just keep on singing without breathing," she pointed out."Don't be pert with me, miss," Father Reilly admonished, "You will. She then pulled away and asked, "Are you sure it wasn't because of our kiss last night? Are you sure that it wasn't because you wanted to fuck your mom?"I had no idea what to say. All I could manage was, "I uh.."She continued, "And that your mom wanted to fuck you?"Again, she grabbed me and kissed me. This time, she slipped the tongue in. When she did that, I backed away at first. She looked at me square in the eyes and said, "It's okay."Apparently, that was all I needed to hear because,. The plan was that Al would be wired and would arrive aloneat the park by bus. He would go to the rendezvous spot andwait for Mac. The backup teams were already staking outtheir spots. Luckily, the rendezvous was near a parkinglot. That would allow the surveillance van a clear shot tovideotape the meeting. Carol would be in the van. Severalplainclothes officers would be in the area to rush in tomake an arrest and to protect Al. Officers undercover werevery vulnerable and no one wanted to see. The most recenthire, Emily, was the office girl. She made the coffee, picked up Tim'sdry cleaning, made copies of documents, and did the filing. Tim was above them all. He oversaw their work, but rarely corrected thembecause of his distaste for confrontation. He let Cara do much of theactual corrections on the other girls work, and her work fortunately didnot require correction. That left Tim to do what he was most comfortabledoing, scouting for new purchase opportunities. Even then, he.