I followed Dan around, shaking hands."Let us sit down," Mizz Patel said. "And talk about Cindy."Below the table, I squeezed Dan's hand. I was nervous.... Why was I nervous? I had an interesting time this week."Cindy," Mizz Patel said, "each of these groups will give you their assessment, starting with Doctors Wilkins and Ramathani. Gentlemen?"Doctor Wilkins, Bren, stood up. "Cindy," he said, " the other day, during our Skype session, I said that you had some non-standard ways of approaching. It's not good business, offin' a cop,they don't like that, unless there's a real good reason. This ain'tone. And a rookie cop, too. How do I handle that? But more important,I owe your father. See, a year or so ago, he knew you were coming on theforce and told me, to even up a debt I owed him, if it ever came down toit, to give his kid a chance. I can't off you, cause I'd be dishonoringyour father and my debt to him, which others know about, too, not thatit makes that much difference. But,. He pushed a little. Her ass fought him, he could not get in at all. He continued to push harder and her tight skin held him out. He wiggled around a little and pushed some more. He felt a little give and he saw her asshole open up to take the head of his cock. It looked almost strange as the skin stretched to accept something way bigger than it was used to. He pushed a little harder and he slipped in a bit more. He moved back and forth slightly, trying to work the butter around. He. "Well, does that mean you agree?" he laughed as he realized she was a bit tipsy."Of course, stupid! I'd have married you a long time ago if you'd have asked me. After all, I am twenty-one," she stated emphatically."Only just, my love. Only just," he laughed again."So ... when do we do it?" she said, almost slurring her words."I think I'd better talk to your mom and dad," he said quietly."Why?" she asked with a wrinkled brow."It's the proper thing to do. I want them to welcome this," he said.