Not a picture of your head in my crotch or your dick in my mouth.” They both laughed, easing the angst.“Do you have a pencil and paper?” Chili a...ked.Grace nodded and pulled a piece of copy paper and a pencil out of a drawer and handed them to him. He drew a crude male face, much like his own, with mussed hair, ears, eyes and nose. Then he drew the mouth: turned downward in an inverted U creating the biggest and saddest frown possible.“There,” Chili said. “A very accurate representation wouldn’t. He says his wife was impressed on how you handle that roof top incident. She wants the best we have to investigate this and that is why he asked for you. I know you don’t have much on your plate now so do me a favor and make the Mayor happy and investigate this loss.”“Okay boss but you owe me for this.”Ty and Cory drove out to the Mayor’s home. They were greeted by Phyllis who was dressed like she was going out. A tight six inch above the knee skirt with a tight sweater that showcased her. "Sweetheart?" I offered.For an instant, there was something that flashed through her eyes. It was like fear or pain. It didn't remain long enough for me to feel it through her like I could so many other things. Whatever it was, she didn't like "Sweetheart" for some reason."What's wrong? Why does that name bother you?" I asked.She shook her head, "It doesn't."I knew better than that. "Yes it does. I can feel your ... anxiety for the term. Was it a name you used for someone else?"She hesitated,. " Fine, I get it, but quit dancing in the endzone." Okay, but you still have to dance with me at our wedding."She kissed me once. "Deal, but may I ask you not to read too much into this first?" Into what?"She took a deep breath. "I want you and Nina to be there when I tell them that you proposed." You do, Sherri?" I asked softly, taking her hands in mine. "Are you going to invite them too?" Yes, because we both know that's what you want. I want it too, but we know it's for you." Fine, it's for.