A couple of more cars were rolling our way with little bullet lights on top. Two men got out of the first car and showed their badges as being Chicago...detectives. The next car had four Deputy Marshals who got out holding their badges up.A plain Ford finally rolled up, and four men in suits got out and approached Lisa and me. They showed their badges and asked the question of the day. We exchanged passwords and they said, "We were dispatched as soon as we heard. Do you know what's going on yet?". What if she turns on the TV, and some idiot says "Come buy a new car from us right now?"I ran back over to her house -God knows what our OTHER neighbors are thinking- and rang her doorbell. No answer. Okay, is it locked? Yes. Well, she's no dummy. I tried yelling thru it. "Shauna, this is Bill! Come to the front door and let me in!"After a minute or two I could see her through the window, and she opened the door."Sorry, but I turned my TV on, and got a commercial. What would happen if you heard. Marcia often sat with him in the library and his love of Avant-garde novels was indulged regularly. They would talk in depth about the situations he found himself in and very often this would arouse them both exquisitely; she would smile and lead him to the bedroom where the conversation and more would be concluded.There was to be an eagerly awaited event at Hapsley Hall in October. After which the circle of women were to venture en-masse to India for a holiday; the activities at home would be. In an apparent effort to rival Yann for attention, Zane had opted for black spandex pants with a red package - the pants most of the boys had opted for - which he'd topped with a transparent red dress shirt and normal suit jacket. Under the shirt, plainly visible every time he shifted, were a pair of his leather nipple rings and a chain connecting them. The rings were about half an inch and forced his nipples to stick out correspondingly. All night, the boys and I flicked, kissed or squeezed.