The cop looked up at the manager. “What about you? He created a disturbance in your restaurant. You want to charge him with disturbing the peace?”...I’m pretty sure the manager was on my side because immediately he declined to press any charges.The cop then turned to me. “Sir, may I see some I.D.?”I pulled out my wallet, removed my driver’s license, and handed it to the man in blue. He took a notepad out of his shirt pocket and copied down my information.Once he was done he focused his attention. ‘Tequila shots?’ ‘Tryin’ to put me in the hospital?’ Kylie asked. Kylie had done everything at least once. If the game continued long enough, she’d be face down and have to crash across the courtyard over at Virginia and Meredith’s place. ‘Then everyone can choose between beer or tequila—tequilas for the saints and beer for the sinners,’ Virginia said. ‘Can I be a sinner and still drink tequila?’ asked a tall, jocky guy, one of Lydia’s boyfriend Max’s friends Meredith didn’t know well. He was. In a sense, it was; Carla loved to spend as much time as possible in the nude. On the other hand, I knew how to read Carla very well (just as she could read me) and what I often saw in her face as she had dinner, or rehearsed part of a play with Cheryl, or sprawled out on the couch in her birthday suit, was not just comfort but a mischievous and sensuous air about her.Since Cheryl became such a fixture around the place, I grew more comfortable with her presence and started wearing less and less. " Cut the bullshit and tell us what you want." Mark eased away from Rachel and stood at the ready, in a defensive stance. He fought the wave of dizziness that threatened him."I am here to help..." the agent began."Oh yes, it goes, 'I am from the government and I am here to help you, ' the biggest lie of them all," Rachel interrupted and finished the sentence for him.The door chimes sounded again. In seconds, Claire escorted two hard looking men into the living room. The larger of the two.