"I have no knowledge of their current whereabouts."Sgt. N'gomo grinned and nodded. "Sure, whatever you say. So this little one is Maureen's? Give her ... kiss from me, will you. Tell her, we'd like to see her again."Joey nodded. He knew who 'we' were. He also knew that Maureen was not over Karen yet and loath to join the scene again. "She needs time to get over Karen," he said apologetically."O.K. I'll see you around," Sgt. N'gomo said, resuming her patrol.Joey put Carla in the stroller again. It's always my first stop if Karen is not at home.Looking at the board now, I can see a message written in her careless scrawl, but I need to get closer to see what it says. You know, if it were possible for handwriting to be sexy, Karen's would be top of the heap. She has a way with a pen that grabs me by the heartstrings every time I see it. Getting close enough to decipher the intertwined words, her absence becomes fact.Hon, see the bag on the table?Spinning, I see it, swing back.It has a. Or maybe I just wanted him to be flirting with me.“I'm sure there are,” I replied smiling back at him. The comment sounded innocent at the time, but maybe I was unintentionally flirting with him too.Mr. Taylor smirked. He is thinking something dirty, I bet.“So, are you really a lesbian?” Mr. Taylor asked.“Uh, ya,” I said, shocked by the question. “I mean, I think so.”Oh my god!!! Why did I say “I think so? I mean… I am but… this feeling… I don't know…**Mr. Taylor**She thinks so? Did I make a. She stroked his head for what felt like an eternity but what was most likely only about 30 seconds. ‘I’m sorry,’ she said ‘that was highly unprofessional of me.’ He could hear the almost mocking tone in her voice as she rubbed her chest against his back, he could feel her nipples hard against his skin through her shirt. ‘I don’t know, I guess it depends on what services are covered by my HMO right?’ Ken said, trying to keep an even keel in his voice. ‘Oh funny, well you wish this was covered..