We dressed appropriately; not too business, not too casual. I went and first and breezed through it, name dropping Faith every step of the way. In tur...n, my lithe redheaded friend did the same for me.By the time we had gotten home we had already received calls welcoming us to the exciting career path of deep friers and cardboard hats. I was far more excited than Faith, who merely welcomed it as an excuse to get out her abusive house and a way to shake the cops off her pot deals.We started. She reflected on her latest dream. She couldn’t remember much of it. She did remember talking to another version of herself, telling her about Annie’s issues. A second version of herself arrived looking happy and mischievous, and with the simple message of “Let her count.” Let who count? Count what? She couldn’t remember. Most likely she wasn’t told.She was putting on her boots when the doorbell rang. “Joey? Can you get that?” she called.Joey was in the living room playing with the dog. He got. From the whistle I heard he must have been impressed by the sight that greeted him on the bed.Cara told him to undress right away, as she needed him badly. It was like I was right there and I was getting a little flushed as I listened to them kiss and moan. Cara mentioned her nipples poking through the material of her bra and that it wasn't because she was cold. Then she told him the panties were crotchless so he could get his tongue into her cunt right now.I heard the bed squeak as he added. And all the bad boys are standin’ in the shadows. And the good girls are home with broken hearts. Now I’m free! Free fallin’! Yeah I’m free! Free fallin’ Whoa-oo-Whoa…”] Fraud Department: “Fraud Department, this is Lucy.” Me: “Hi, Lucy. I’d like to report a stolen card.” After five minutes of going over questions about timelines and possible culprits, Lucy had one final question: “Would you be willing to testify in court?” Testify in court? That meant that when they found Jada and Sharane, all.