Do me a favor would ya? Check my evening schedule. If there is anything that might even LOOK like it might run close to the Sanders’ conference, I w...ant it rescheduled.” She winked and turned out of my office. That wasn’t uncommon, me canceling meetings at the last moment pending a new client or something. I moved the paper work that had covered my mahogany desk by the inches and searched for the calendar. Mark’s parties have always been on Saturdays and my suspicions were confirmed by the. It was more like a big sister fooling around with her kid brother or an older woman flirting with a teenage boy. Whatever her reasoning for treating me the way she did was I really didn‘t know or care because I loved it. I was also getting a wicked case of hot pants for her because of the things she’d say to me and the way she fooled around with me.For instance, Patty started saying things to me like, ”Oh, Sonny boy, what a stud you’re turning into. Oh, my God, baby boy, it looks like you got a. " I said."You give it to me and I promise you Morris won't go near it. If you want, I'll credit you with the information," she promised."Oh no, call it an anonymous tip," I said. "But if you fuck it up, I will burn you." Wouldn't have it any other way. You gonna call back when your man gives you the details?" She asked."You bet," I said. I planned to give her the information and then hold her personally responsible for the time lag and any leaks. She should know that, I thought. It took more. The cool air was filled with the aroma of boiling stew, so coupled with not having eaten for over six hours, both women felt their tummies growling in anticipation of a hot dinner!!! The sun was setting in the western sky as Tara and Bobbi sat down and ate their supper.The dinner conversation ranged from how Bobbi was doing in school, to how both of them were doing since the loss of Fred, Bobbi's father and Tara's husband of eighteen years. It had been almost a year since his passing, and while.