Time to give eet a trip out into ze wide world!"There was plenty of time that evening to do my Electronics homework, and instead I spent it on another...trip to the Cockfosters show room. Yes, ridiculous, it was a twenty minute bus ride each way, and it was not as if I had not done it six times before. But for some reason, I just had to press my nose to the glass again. I had no doubts, of course not, but it was as if I couldn't remember what one looked like.Maybe it is a boy thing, I have no. Without much back-up from his agency, Dean felt it necessary to be more candid with local police than might be expected from a Federal agent. Besides, his office had hinted in his series of phone calls in the past several days that they suspected that there were moles in both the CIA and the FBI. Those agencies were still covering the important stuff, and Dean, who had little experience with even this type of marginal security matter, found that big city police knew more about some issues than. This was not a date, I reminded myself, it was an innocent young girl being gracious for my chivalry, and I shouldn't be thinking otherwise. Nonetheless, I did spray a tiny bit of cologne on and after checking the time, grabbed a bottle of white wine I had lying in my fridge and headed for the door.I pulled up to Michelle's house right on time, grabbed the bottle of wine, and headed to her front door. I knocked, and about ten seconds later I heard her call out from somewhere in the cottage that. Lizzie was feeling sad, angry, and depressed all at once. She realized what the woman said was true; her dad didn't love her, and never would or had. That didn't mean she wanted to be bought off though!That was the main, and only reason why she didn't like this woman. She did note that she looked to be in her late 20s though. She really seemed beautiful-- with long black hair that flowed just past her shoulders, and smooth creamy skin that wasn't really pale, but certainly not tan by any means..