It was a fine medley of supple muscles and mellow softness. And I positively hated mustaches. He had such a thick upper that only his bottom lip was v...sible. It was like he had a black caterpillar below his nose, perfectly complemented by bushy, menacing brows. How come such an unlikely character can attract me so much? The end of the sheet I had fixed inside the printer had a slight tear and naturally, it tore as the printer head reached it. I was jolted out of my musings and looked in to. The crowd was thinning out as I began clearing the tables of the remaining items. My wife returned to the garage, wearing the same outfit, and stood beside me."Did you enjoy the show?" she asked."Yes and no," I answered honestly."Did you?" I quizzed. She didn't answer. We didn't speak as we continued to pack up the small items. I moved the larger items into the garage along with the tables. The remaining stragglers left as my wife went to retrieve the sale signs on the boulevards. I watched her. She puts her hands around my neck and attacks my lips. She is vicious, kissing me hard, forcefully opening my mouth with her tongue, invading it, sharing her saliva, in an effort of corrupting me. I fight back, pushing her from where she comes, but it’s tough, she is good. She suddenly gets out, but it is all part of her plan. She bites my lower lip, just softly enough to give me a slight pain but hard enough that I can’t pull away. I groan loudly at her, but she doesn’t move. Her eyes are. We'll remind them thatthis could be them in the maid's dress."Zimmerman steepled his fingertips. He blew out air."I like our conviction rate," he told Bailey. "I don't want to hurtthat because some sissy won't cooperate." I understand, sir," Bailey said."Will Mrs. Hopkins be in control while she's being cross examined?" She...she was dying to talk during her deposition," she said."Herattorney wouldn't let her, but on the stand, she's a wild card. She'llwant everyone to know she was in charge.