"Are you allowed to?" the inspector wanted to now."Yes, my punishment ended after school, but my clothes were here, so I couldn't get dressed, until n...w, that is." If that's the case, sure, you can get dressed while I talk with your friend here. Or, is she also allowed to get dressed?" No, I'm not," Sandra answered for herself."Maybe we could go sit in the living room then, I'm sure that this will be more comfortable," Veronique suggested."That would maybe be best," the inspector. It wasn't their fault we wouldn't hire 2 registered pharmies. However today, I needed to get out and sit down for lunch someplace,. Even if for just a burger or a sandwich. Clarissa would stay and wait on filled scripts, but no new ones would be filled.I had just sat down in Wendys with a nice salad with chicken when Sharon Smythe plopped down in the seat across from me."Well, hello Dean! I was in the drive thru line and saw you walk in and thought I might keep you company." She said with that. Leaping forward, I cut the rigging lines that were fouled and holding the potential battering ram close to the boat. I made the mistake of being in the way as one rope caught my calf and yanked me off my feet. I groped for a handhold, and found a rope, but it was speeding out to sea, with the mast. The friction burned my hand and through the sleeve of my jacket. The ocean seemed determined to claim me and another wave slammed over the deck, nearly washing me overboard. I heard a scream as I. "Sage is not a slut," he claimed. "Sure I am."They both turned their heads toward her in surprise. Sage smiled and walked in front of Carmen before she glared at her and said, "I knew he was in a relationship. I knew you were at work while he was fucking me. I'm a slut," Sage leaned forward and put a hand on each of Carmen's bare thighs and added with a suddenly husky voice, "And I can get real dirty."Pure wrath pulsed through Carmen and she slapped Sage across the face with as much force as.