Lips parted and heads rolled slightly in opposite directions, aligning them for the special kiss of greeting they both craved. My head leaned down to ...er mouth as she tilted her head back to look up at me. Their eyes remained open as they hesitated, only fractions defining the space between their lips. Both of them exhaled; the rhythm of their dance of desire permitting warm breath to mix becoming one within themselves. The presence of another body's warmth, the sweetness of a lovers breath. ‘What’s wrong?’ ‘Look!’ he pointed. She looked over his shoulder to look where he was pointing. As she focussed she couldn’t believe what she saw. ‘Vendor: Manta Pty. Ltd.’ ‘Fucking Manta Proprietary Limited.’ he cursed. ‘Shit!’ she gasped. ‘They steal my car! Now that want to steel my house! Who is this? What did I do to deserve this?’ Steven had now had a moment to think. ‘We’ll put a caveat on the house. That’ll stop them from selling the house for now. Now we really have to find out who. ” The captain shook his head and moved to Livia as pop was hard at thought starring at Derek for a minute before glancing to Livia. She spoke next “um I lost the trail of one of the boys, or a boy we assume is with the operation, and quite morning outside TJ’s hotel as he sleep all comfy for the night” she would smirk at him. TJ went to speak but pops interrupted him “Did you ditch the money clip?” and TJ responded “Yeah why?” Pops responded to him now “you have to be careful because it. “Oh, shit!” whimpered John. “I hate violence,” Nick deadpanned. “Nobody really wins, everybody loses. Maybe we can work something else out,” mused Nick thoughtfully. Nick leaned towards his desk and pressed a button on the intercom. “Hey Doc, Nick! Come to my office. Bring a specimen cup.” A moment later, the house doctor appeared, a quack who had lost his practice years ago to booze, gambling and whores. “Alright Mr. Marsh. Piss in the cup for the good doctor.” “What?” said John confused. “I.