I saw her beating Luna at arm-wrestling, and I knew firsthand how tough Luna could be. She never talked openly about it, about anything else either. F...r instance, how had she become so good at it? Apparently, her former husband didn’t want anything else. Was it my imagination or was there a secret life of Betty? I never knew.But all that fake former gym instructor line was none of my business. She was really good at it, that’s all that mattered. I had to keep my eyes wide open to make sure it. "Fine. I had a good think about things before falling asleep last night." So what was the outcome of all this thinking?"She giggled, "Well for one thing, I decided I was very happy to be your girlfriend and decided I would play my part in trying to make our relationship a good one. I also decided that with your help I would look at what my talents and strengths and see in what ways I could develop them." I am pleased to see that your thinking led to some positive conclusions. Especially the one. It includes all charges, including any sales taxes that were collected. I offer my apology again," Max said.We accepted his apology. Marcy again stressed that we wanted to continue our business relationship and move on from this issue. Max Kelly's dealerships sold four of the seven replacement brands of autos we were going to buy for this year's upgrade.Marcy, Jeanna and Jenny along with Randy and Rebecca finalized the specifications on those four models with Max and his sales manager. Jenny. He was good. Too good. Not as clumsy as a magician, or as dull handed as a sculptor. When I arrested him, the bastard stole my gun, ammo, and the key to my handcuffs. He didn’t shoot me. He didn’t even escape. It was his accomplice that put the two in my back. It was the same day I turned my back on law enforcement. Sex. Drugs. Power. Money. Money. I had a wife. I had a family. She’s gone now, with our children. Money wasn’t enough. The distance it put between us was too much. So, I’m giving it.