She didn't know what else to do to convince me and she was afraid of what I might eventually find out if she couldn't get me to believe her. She knew ...hat I had a staff of investigators working for our firm and that I might want to use one to check on her. She was frustrated and she was panicking."Your imagination is wrong. You don't know anything but you're trying to get me to admit to something I didn't do. Why don't you get one of your hotshot investigators to follow me or something? Would. Monday was just a routine day at school. Okay, as routine as any other Halloween at school. About half the kids dressed up, mostly the girls. Mark and I and the girls dressed up for school and then handed out candy at our house. Our parents played cards until the evening wound down and then they all went home. One little boy caught my attention during the evening. While most of the kids were having fun he seemed to be more nervous about the whole thing. It turned out nervous was an. He smelled like coconuts and.. vanilla? *yummy*-Now, have you ever tried to twist a door knob w wet hands? As you were in the middle of stepping "through" the doorway? Yeah. Hand slipped on the knob and I walked head first into my door. Smooth.-He had my elbow in his hand before I even knew it. I reactively took a step back and threw my head back. *Why's his hand on my elbow? His other hand is on the back of my..hip?*"Josh! You ok?" His voice was right behind me. Oh shit, I thought I'd backed. He was a thin lad and very nervous. Petra was still very much in thrall of him, still taking every opportunity to burrow his muzzle into the crotch of his jeans. Of course, nowadays it was Sarah’s crotch that mostly had that honour, something that gave her a guilty twinge of pleasure she didn’t really like to think about too deeply. But dogs do that. Perhaps because it’s quite warm there. And not just warm as Sarah established as she put her hand on Petra’s muzzle and felt the unmistakable.