I had to wear exactly what Paul had specified.I arrived at the address Paul had given me bu taxi, arriving exactly atnine a.m. I found the key where... Paul had said it would be. I let myself inand found the house empty, obviously waiting for new tenants. I walkedthrough to the kitchen. A barstool was set in the exact center of the room. Onthe counter I found a blindfold and a pair of leather cuffs withself-locking rings sewn into each cuff.I sat down on the barstool and tied the blindfold. I love Freddie, but you know how he will be. I will tell him, just not now, ok? Carly promise me you won't say anything to him." Sam pleaded."Alright." Carly reluctantly agreed."Good." Sam relaxed. "Wanna' get lunch?" She asked.Carly chuckled. "Sure."The two best friends went to lunch on that sunny southern California day. They rarely mentioned the pregnancy. Mostly they discussed Carly's basketball career which was beginning to draw tons of national attention. She was already semi popular from. . and she didn't appear to be wearing a great deal. He rubbed his sleep-filled eyes and looked again. He still didn't see much in the way of clothes. He went to his closet and got his binoculars. Back at the window he pushed the curtains aside enough to get a clear view. He peered through the binoculars. Nope, he hadn't been imagining it - she wasn't wearing much. Jack studied her as she mowed the lawn. He had only seen her once before, a couple of nights back, jogging, but he hadn't talked to. . SHIT, SHIT, SHIT. What should, what could he do?Stan sat with Tom and stared off into the distance for a while. Finally he said, "Hey Tom. You know I might be able to help you after all. A couple of the big wigs from the LA office always had camera's and video equipment at the meetings. Let me do some checking around and see what I can come up with. Hell, if they had some pictures I might get them to send me some of them. Hell, I can even tell them I think Crystal is back here and I want to.