Herrick had informed me that those rooms were set up just for that and no, she didn’t live anywhere near them ... wherever they were. The surprise t...ough was seeing Cassire there as well as Vilgra.“Good to see you, Cass. You too, Vilgra,” I greeted them. “Any idea what this is about?”“Hi Dave. Hi Kirim,” Cass greeted us in return with Vilgra just giving us a nod. “Sorry, no idea, just my duties have been taken over by another healer.”“Oh, same with me,” Kirim replied.At this point another lift. By that time Do Over and me had sent Lucy off quite happy, including some room service food, and I was tucked nicely into bed (I am after all older) and didn't have to deal with it that night.The next morning at 7:00 am Doug and I met in front of the hotel, sporting matching shit eating grins. He even had my golf bag. That's what I call dedication. Away, off to the course we went, where the fit hit the shan. The USGA dragged me into a room and explained in no uncertain terms that I was NOT to. But it's for a good cause." I pointed to Rachel's thigh. She was still wearing her shorts and the words of the spell showed on her thigh. "What about that?" Are we ever going to need it again?" No, let's put an end to it. Wash that off, and I'll burn the paper downstairs." Rachel," I said, "this is now Diane. She wants to use that name."Rachel kissed her. "Welcome Diane, to the wonderful world of women. Now lie back. I'll wash you. First, your hair."Diane wanted to wash herself, but we. It was all part of being a cop, he told himself, keeping up with what was going on, not only in Los Angeles, but in the rest of the world as well: a good cop kept himself informed, current. Mike Kramer prided himself on being a good cop.As Mike sat down to watch the news, Lisa passed through the living room on her way upstairs. Mike watched her, still admiring, after all these years, the grace of her walk, the firmness of her body. She had been and still was a very beautiful woman, a fine wife..