And there, waiting patiently at the neighbours gate beside him, was Bets. Bets’s proper name is Elizabeth but everyone calls her Bets. Bets was wait...ng for Daya, my literal girl-next-door.I live in English suburbia, on an average housing estate. Anyone who has seen a housing estate in the UK knows exactly what it looks like, because they all look much the same. On my estate, the houses were all semi-detached; that means two houses built with a joining wall, like just the two ends of a very. The second dress was a figure hugging, satin scarlet temptation. The second dress cut deep into her cleavage and emphasize her hourglass figure. It was very attractive, but it was more of sitting pretty dress than a dancing, having fun dress. Dylan waited a few tortuous moments, tapping her fingers nervously on the back of her phone, before his message came in. ‘God damn, woman! The red one, definitely the red one.’ She smiled back at the phone enjoying the reaction she’d gotten out of this. "Look her books and notes over, Tag, and see what you make of 'em. Maybe you'll spot something this harried old copper misses. Never know." He left Tag's office and Tag could hear him stopping by Lucy's desk.Through the open door, Tag couldn't see them, but he heard Hunger say to Lucy, with a laugh in his voice, "Does that slave driver boss of yours make you sharpen his pencil?" If he only knew, Tag thought. Then again, Hunger is a good detective."Huh?" Tag heard Lucy say, then quickly add,. ’ Carl rolled his eyes. ‘Great plan,’ he said. ‘Lucky I’m in such good shape.’ Hansen laughed, grabbed Emma’s arm and they made their way to the exit. ‘Woops,’ yelled Carl, ‘Don’t forget this.’ He reached into the leader’s uniform pocket and pulled out a small unit the size of a battery. ‘What’s that?’ asked Hansen. ‘It’s the main transponder for the restraint device. If you and your lady friend get more than fifty metres away from it or each other, then boom, no more heads.’ ‘Fuck me,’ he.