I looked out to see if anybody had seen her, and then shut and locked the door. We were both nervous, and I offered her some coffee or hot chocolate. ...I took the coffee and she drank chocolate. She took off her light jacket. Underneath she was just wearing that low cut sweater again. She pulled on it to make sure it showed a lot of cleavage and that her hard nipples poked out. We sipped our drinks while we talked about her erotic pictures. All the time, I kept glancing down at her chest without. "Listen to me, Ethan, dammit," she snarled in his face. "You are in way too much trouble right now as it is. You can't go after him. They'll throw your ass in jail if you try anything right now. Don't you know how bad that will look? You'll look guilty as hell."He stared up at her, seeing the worry and the weariness on her face. It broke apart his fury like a sledge hammer, seeing her look so incredibly tired. He sighed, feeling his own exhaustion like a thick fog, weighing him down. "Okay,. Brothers and sisters are supposed to love each other. I figure sooner or later you're going to turn in to real person and it'll be a lot easier."He scared the crap out of me when he suddenly stood up, knocking his chair over and slammed his hands down on the table. "You don't get it, Gretchen! I'm IN love with you!" He tore through the back door and took off running across the yard.I just sat there with my mouth open and my brain in numbsville. IN love with me? He can't mean that the way it. I'm calling about the 911 call you made earlier this evening. Do you have time for me to ask you a few questions about it?" I certainly do!" she replied enthusiastically. "I had hoped to talk with the police when they arrived, but they came and went so fast that I didn't have a chance. I have the license plate number for you right here. Do you have a pencil?"Harris grinned broadly into the phone. "Yes ma'am, I do. Can I assume this is the license plate of a car you saw at the scene, where Medic.