"I'll bet you do, erection boy!" she said walking up the stairs. I just stared deliciously as I saw that fine ass ... butt of hers walking away from m....The doorbell rang, and I let in the Sherman's, shaking Michael's hand and giving Stacy a kiss. "Please sit down, the pizza has been ordered, we have bottled water. Somebody drank all of the wine earlier today."I came out of the kitchen and gave everyone a bottle, leaving one on the sofa near Michael."My mother was rather toasted when I got home.. She saw a bellhop and in an assumed French accent, she asked where the elevator was. It was right in front her eyes yet she asked anyway just an-other piece of misinformation to be fed to the police. The young man was either so mesmerized with her voice or captivated with her bust line that he failed to notice the fact that she had asked a pointless question. As she walked to the elevator she thought about how simple men were, just give them a pretty face and an even prettier voice and they. I screamed, and, free of their hands, tried to move, to protect myself. They laughed, but the panic wouldn’t let off. The ropes bit into me as they held me. I seemed to be swinging, and slowly grasped that I was suspended somewhere, and, although I could move and although my legs or arms were not actually tied together, I was dangling like a puppet on a string. The swinging slowed, and I struggled, trying to find a way to stabilise my position and getting my head up instead of down, avoiding. You. Me. Our girls.” She slinked back to the couch and sat a few feet from Dory. “Masters Energy Corp is not--”“--Not the company it used to be. I know, honey.” Dory afforded her friend a gentle pat on the knee. “We’re all in this together. But I feel like you’re still trying to buy my loyalty and friendship.”“Sorry.” Rochelle turned away. “I’m still feeling this CEO thing out.”“Life will get easier once you start to forgive yourself. Trust me.” Dory smiled. “But every dollar you give me goes.