”“Of course from the Caymans, she could have gone to Belize or someplace like that, and simply taken a commercial flight. I don’t know much abou... Central American countries and their passport controls. Anything on the money?”“Maybe. We found some pretty convincing evidence that Matheson was siphoning funds, but not where it went. Samantha has her guy on that. The SEC is going bonkers right now.”“Let me guess, the missing internal controls?”“Exactly. We’ll probably be fined for that, but it. My lips part and words float from my throat, “My dear what was that all about?”Your pale skin deepens to a bright pink as you answer, “I'm sorry… I. I. I was just a little afraid.”I grin and lean forward my eyes locked with yours. You can see the sparkle in my eyes as my other hand reaches slides around your side and presses against the small of your back. My voice sends chills down your back as I whisper to you, “To tell you the truth my sweet, I was a little bit anxious about our meeting. . His underwear had twisted and so he adjusted it with his hands. He glanced at the clock ... 3am."Damn, hours to go," he thought, laying back on the bed, trying to avoid where he'd been sleeping before due to the sweat and extra warmth. He rolled onto his side, facing his sister's bed. She'd thrown off the sheet that she'd been sleeping under and was on her back, her right arm hanging almost off the bed toward him, her right knee bent and flopped aside. In the almost dark of the motel room,. Meg reached down to place her hands lovingly on Amy's hips, the blonde ringlets brushing her cheek. The wrapping paper torn off quickly, a large plain white box with a transparent plastic windowed top was unveiled. Inside, Meg had filled it with a plenitude of herbal oils and scrubs, exotic perfumes and powders. Amy issued a joyful little squeal, hugging Meg warmly. "No more borrowing mine now," joked the older girl.Having offered what seemed like a million thank yous, Amy uncoupled and.