."I showed her thecufflink.? As she snatched it from me Isaw hope in her eyes. "Where did you findthis?" I think I know wherehe is," I told her, "I th...nk he's in there..we have to go and gethim."As I led her round theback of the building she was asking me over and over, how do you know this? Ididn't have time to explain."There was someone inhere."I told her, "It's a long story..I just hope I'm notwrong.."I turned on the lights andled her down the corridor to the front entrance. The double doors. Guess I always wanted to know what it's like to have a black guy. I heard they usually are quite well equipped to handle girls like me. But nevermind today I had a different goal. I had to talk to the girl Michael told me about. I knew he was talking about Emma. She is a very shy and silent girl that usually keeps to herself. But I like to refer to her as a diamond in the rough. She was very cute, you could tell, but never really took the time to make something out of her. She usually keeps her. He smiled too as he said, "You are welcome, honey,"Bill bent toward the young teen and gently kissed her forehead, each eye, and then her lips. The kiss on her lips was a tender expression of caring and exploration. It wasn't hurried or insistent passion. It was simply an expression of appreciation, love, and the promise of more to come.Bill broke the gentle kiss and sat up. He looked at the mother and daughters. Both daughters were bare from the waist up. Linda still had her t-shirt on, but it. My ring faded out again and I found myself in a small glass-walled cubicle. The outer office was the usual scene of controlled mayhem one would expect in a busy environment. Fortunately, the glass did a pretty good job of sound-proofing and it was quiet in the small room. I was looking past a woman working through a stack of files from just behind her. I was pretty sure I knew who it was. The phone rang and she answered, "Hampton" in a crisp professional manner."Yeah, I'm just finishing up the.