He saw this as an opportunity to get one over on his brother and assured Debra that he would sort everything and went to find the arresting officer. ...Robert later returned and to Debra’s relief he unlocked her cell, then led her down the hall until they came to an interview room, which they went inside.“Debs, I need you to remove your clothes.”“No... I’m not undressing for you.”“Unless you want the family to find out about you being arrested I suggest you get undressed.”Debra thought for a few. Joyce crosses the street only once when she comes across a small group of suited, and obviously intoxicated, men huddled together under a balcony. The men wolf-whistle to get her attention, but she ignores them and keeps her head down.A block away from her apartment building, Joyce hears a small cry of pain as she passes by a narrow alleyway. She pauses and looks down the passage, but is unable to make out a shape in the inky black shadows within. Joyce hesitates, not sure if she should call. She recently had rotator cuff surgery and is going a couple of times a week to p.t. She has made comments about one of her ther****ts who is a younger black guy and she thinks he is sexy. Here is my fantasy about them.She has been flirting a little with him, but figures he wouldn't be interested in a "grandma" her age. He surprises her by asking her out to lunch after one of his sessions. Of course she accepts and he suggests a restaurant that is connected to a Best Western motel. She follows. I want to know if you think I’m a slut, I know I basically blackmailed you into fucking me and that alone should make me a slut in your eyes, but just answer me please”Joe looks at her, those pretty eyes, soft lips, the soft arch of her neck, he thinks about the stories of her fucking a new guy every week, the story about the foursome at the behind the bar. Then he thinks about what he knows of her, her quick wit, her clear laughter, her friendliness. He shakes his head slowly“No Reese, I do.