Just some supportive research."I'm angry. She said this was important. That she'd discuss it with the Group. That I'd have the chance to make a name f...or myself with some really original work. It sounds like she was just using this to extend her own influence with the Group. That if there was anything useful, she was just going to absorb it. And, maybe she's encouraged me because of her and me."And you've not discussed it, shall we say, outside the academic community?" Why would I?" Maybe for. I'll pick the restaurant and make the reservation, my treat." She said before turning on her heel and walking out up the hall with her crew, oh, and Barney Fife followed as well.It felt so good to see her, get close and smell her and touch her hand. I suddenly remembered how much I like women. I had been over 2 years since June and been laid once, and I think I was too drunk to finish. It was at a Frat mixer for the same Greek I was in at NC. Except for the long scars on my right arm I was. "Whores don't wear clothes either."Monica heard a ripping sound and felt the cool air of her apartment on her legs. Her nightshirt was being cut off her body. In a moment, her breasts were exposed to her assailant. He tugged on the remains of her top and pushed them down her arms to reveal her shoulders. The two hands grabbed her by the waist and sat her on the counter.Then he paused. Monica sat on the kitchen counter, clad only in her lace panties, her shirt cut to rags and hanging from her. Who was suspicious about just how hurt he really was.”Walker said, “AAA couldn’t nail him. Here comes Winter!”I looked sharply at my son. At Pilar. Innocence personified.“Okay, what do you two want? Any time you ask me to stroll down Remembrance Lane, you have something else in mind.”Walker turned, just a little, pink. Busted. I am, after all, a professional detective. Licensed. Plus, his fucking mother.“Me and Pilar...” caught himself, “Pilar and I were offered a summer job.”Pilar nodded,.