." stepping back he looked me up anddown, his eyes twinkling, "and as gorgeous as ever." Still not a wine drinker?" he asked. "No", I said, "You know ... haveonly one vice..." As we clinked glasses, he chuckled, "and thank Godyou've chosen one you share with me so well." I smiled, "And thank GodI've got a good man to practice my vices on you know maybe I've gottenrusty could be we'll have to practice lots" I sank into a satin-coveredside chair, crossed legs and I ran my hand down the soft ivory. I had my tastes for good stuff developing from a seriously early age. It had something to do with me going to a private school. I went through a couple of cabinets and finally found the better stuff. I grabbed a bottle of single malt whiskey and, having no alternative, poured some into a plastic cup.I wasted no time and drank a bit. 'Oh my, that is good shit, aint it.' I said out loud. For Steve's sake I hid the bottle and went to observe. Some people I knew, mostly just in passing, but some. Concerned that his unease was justified, Ed led Claire up to the security center. They found Walt at the console scanning the surroundings with intense scrutiny. Noticing the tension in Walt’s posture, Ed asked, “What’s up?”“One of the neighbors called and said there’s a strange car parked down the block. It’s an older model BMW.”“Has anyone gotten out of it?” asked Claire as she looked around the security center. It was the first time for her to visit the room and she was amazed at the. Katherine was used to this behavior from men by now. At thirty-five she was as very attractive as she'd been at twenty-five. When she was younger and working to build her career in psychiatry she'd tried to hide her looks as best she could. After years of effort to achieve the chief position in this small state hospital, she'd given up trying to hide her looks, and was becoming more comfortable with the attention.Still, at times it got in the way with communication. Katherine pressed the man.