You're going home."Gary was flabbergasted. "Home? What do you mean?" Gary shed is convict grays and started putting on his own clothes there in the in...terrogation room."I think you know perfectly well what I mean, everything you said turned out to be true. Now we're in CYA mode. I'm sure as hell sorry all this happened Mr. Shipley. I hope when the investigation into this starts, you'll remember that I was nice to you. Always nice to you Mr. Shipley." Sure, sure I will! What do you mean true?" he. “I’m joining a Ms. Calloway.” Allison looked at her watch. It was ten to six. “I’m a little early.”“This way, please,” the waiter responded and Allison followed him into the room and was shown into the dining room. The room was crowded but the waiter steered a course towards a small table beside the window looking out over the river. A smartly dressed woman in her mid-fourties was already sitting at the table. “Your guest, Ms Calloway,” the waiter announced with a deferential tone that Allison. Andie picked us up at the airport. I went to hug and kiss her. She held me off and said, "Later, Baby, Dawn won't understand."I introduced Dawn to Andie. They made nice. We loaded our stuff into the excursion, and made the long trip home. Andie drove and Sammy sat in the front seat. Dawn and I sat in the back seat. After about an hour, she had moved over near me and was resting her head on my shoulder. I had my arm around her. I did nothing out of the way, and my other girls approved of my. Her guy's black clothes didn't have any animations. "Wouldn't you love to have a dress like that?" Jen whispered, aside. "I bet they've got VIP passes. Those let you upstairs, where the real fun is. The Ballroom's good, though. Let's hit the Ballroom."Maria lingered, watching the butterfly flit across the woman's back and over her shoulder. Full-coverage dresses were too expensive for a rock-grubber's daughter, and anyplace where chickies wore them was probably too classy, too. She was standing.