‘Let’s get this wrapped up.’ I said. ‘I wasn’t kidding. It’s time to charge Carlos with murder. Let’s get Paulina out of her office.’ ...* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * ‘They’re arguing in there.’ said Parker as he, Torres and the students watched. ‘We can’t listen in, as it’s privileged, but it’s pretty heated.’ ‘All right, guys.’ I said. ‘I’ve got the tapes loaded, and the lab reports here. Alison, Chris, watch this closely. I’m going close this bastard out, once and for all.’ I again handed. “What did you want to tell him?”“Just tell him that he’s a real piece of work,” Becky snapped. “Where did he meet you, anyway? Vegas? He can’t have known you for more than a few weeks.”“Don’t you believe in romance, Becky?” Natasha asked as she smirked at her. She was taunting her, unbelievable.“I just wonder which one was cheaper,” Becky hissed. “You, or the car?”She turned her back on the woman, storming off down the corridor.“Wait,” Natasha said, and Becky stopped to look back at. He took the hint. They molded their lips together and their bodies collided. It was a furious kiss, and he smashed his mouth onto hers, almost inhibiting her ability her to breathe. They finally broke for breath, and he picked her up again. She locked her legs around his hips as he yanked off her shirt. She started fumbling with the buttons of his shirt, eventually tearing his buttons off. Jesse chuckled and helped her rip it the rest of the way off. He yanked her into his bare chest, her bra. " Really?" Emily said. She let out a little squeal of delight, stamping her feet happily and clapping her hands together with childlike glee. "Does that mean you think I'm sexy?" I suppose so," Mr. Hill said. "Yes, if that makes you happy." He folded his hands on the desk, templing his fingers together contemplatively. "But if you would like to make me happy – and you do want to make me happy, don't you, Emily?"Emily nodded. Vigorously."Then," Mr. Hill continued, "I'd just like to talk to you.