"How have you been Rollie?" Jessica asked. "I've seen you around the squad room but this is the first time we've been able to talk." I'm good Doctor T...albert," he answered with a grin and a bit of sarcasm. "We talk every day in our meetings don't we?"Jessica smiled a little at his sarcasm. "You know what I mean. First time we've had to talk on a personal level."Rollie got a more serious look on his face. "You made it plain that you didn't want anything personal between us Jessica. I'm just. You know what the problem is. These photographers have their setups and their tripods and they've come to believe that the only place they can take pictures is in their studios. I bet I could get some good shots going over to a kid's house and having him show me his toys or his PlayStation." Or having one or both of his parents playing with him. Look at the pictures my mother took of Daddy and me at the playground. They weren't the best quality, but if you'd been there, you could have gotten. If you asked the principal, Theater Arts was the class that taught acting, improvisation, shit like that. If you asked a student, it was the class everyone wanted to take, mostly thanks to Mrs. McKinley. No, she wasn't drop-dead gorgeous with huge tits and a tiny waist. Think of a more "girl next door" look, then age it up to thirty or so. Round face, cute features with dark brown hair, not particularly skinny but nowhere near big enough to have rolls, just curves. She was attractive for a. On Friday night he went out with Frank and they got beautifully drunk, which took care of Saturday until he awoke after midday, went out for late lunch, then to a movie and then home where he slept soundly. Sunday was a complete wash-out and on Monday morning when jogging Jenni asked him had he and Sierra quarreled because for once she hadn’t mentioned him when they chatted on the phone, like for two hours the previous day. ‘No, we haven’t quarreled,’ he said truthfully. ‘Let’s clap on the.