Guy's grip was firmer and more confident thanthe last time the two men met. "It would have been three years next month to be precise. Let's go intomy ...office, we can chat more there."As former members of the SAS, Roger and Guy shared a certain camaraderiethat comes with serving in that particular part of the British miltary. If either man didn't have work related things to do, they could havetraded war stories for many hours."Can I get you anything?" Guy asked once they were in his office.. Jake swore under his breath and gave her a hug. ‘Marisol, there are plenty of guys out there, and you don’t have to have this baby if you don’t want to. There are many options in this country. Nobody can force you to do anything you don’t want to,’ Jake said gently, wiping the tears off of her cheeks and giving her a gentle kiss. ‘Please, don’t hate me,’ Marisol said softly, reaching for his still swollen member. ‘For the love of God Marisol,’ Jake groaned, pulling away from her. ‘What is. But, of course, there was what she calls my 'investigation.'" Yeah," Herm said. "And the information-sharing with us... And even Reggie looking into her stage name, and all." So how do I -- y'know -- regain her trust?" You don't, probably," Betsy said. "She's going to stay defensive, around you, no matter what you say or do. Why don't you let me talk to her? Maybe I can help." What would you say? Or do?" I'd ask her to tell me what she's thinking. I'd ask her how she feels about you, and about. Taking the risk of getting on home. When she got in the house, all she wanted was a shower. I was about to do the weekly laundry and had sorted the whites and dark clothes. I went to the bathroom door and told Becky to throw out her undies so I could put them in. She hesitated, and then tossed them out. I didn't understand why, because this was the weekly routine. When I was putting the whites in the washer piece by piece, I got to the panties she had just thrown to me. I always turn our undies.