Mr. Lichte had asked him to come because he knew the most about the project, had designed every piece - and that made him the most culpable. He'd shut... up, answer the questions they asked him ... and maybe keep his job.A suited executive, a few seats to Lichte's right, refocused on the room. Barely a minute had passed.Must have analyzed the data with a program, thought Nic, with a pang of envy. Only the upgraded tranceivers had enough memory for those feats, and he'd never be able to afford one. " "Horny. I was horny. And naturally, hubby's across the country in Seattle." "Would you ever consider cheating?" she asks me. "Never. I love him so much, and we have a perfect relationship. Would you or have you ever cheated?" "Once, it was really stupid, and it almost cost me my marriage. I was drunk, and not thinking. Never, ever again." "Smart girl. Keep the marriage going, and they do require a bit of work, but it's worth it." "True." We chat a bit more and finish off the shopping with. As they were entering the bank one of them noticed my aunt's two year old Impala in the parking lot.After holding all of the tellers and the three customers at gun point while the cash drawers were emptied, one of them demanded to know who owned the blue Impala in the lot. Aunt Tori admitted it was hers and offered the keys. She was shot in the face for her effort.The trio was apprehended two days later in Pueblo Colorado. After a fifteen minute shoot out at a cheap motel just off of Interstate. I decide to take it casually in my best black T-shirt and blue denim shorts. I wear my black belt with the silver buckle.One hour before my date is to show, I spritz one small squirt of my Really Ripped Abs Bod body spray on my bare stomach and chest. Give it time to set in the pores as well as to dissipate so that I don’t choke any one, with scent less is more. I begin the ritual of drinking two cans of coke-a-cola classic. This lessens the strength of toothpaste flavoring my mouth.