The ring was special to me. Although I was a detective with the Johnson County Sheriff's Office, my family had been in the jewelry business in the Kan...as City area for three generations. My Uncle Hiram had worked with me to design a ring. It had a one-carat aquamarine — a gem-quality of transparent beryl (similar to an emerald) — flanked by almost colorless diamonds of three-quarter carat and one-half carat. This was set on a platinum ring.I don't know what this would have cost me - I'd guess. “I’d better go and get changed,” she said, heading forthe staircase. She stopped and looked Steve in the eye.“I’m going to my bedroom. Would you like to come?”Steve recognised the double entendre and he thought hemay have misunderstood. “Pardon,” he said.“I’m going to my bedroom. Would you like to come?” shesaid again, that come on look in her own eye. Shelicked her lips seductively as she hung on to thebanister. Steve followed. "Turn around," Richards told Miranda. "Bend over and spread your feet apart. Squat a little. That will make it easier."Miranda did as he said. She looked back up at him to see if he had any other useful tips for her."When you feel one of them start to come through, push hard" he said."One of them?" Miranda thought. "There's more than one?"Miranda felt the pressure suddenly turn into a sharp pain. She pushed down as hard as she could and held it. The pain spiked to the worst she'd ever felt,. It’s not balanced properly and falls to the floor. ‘Shit!’ which is a reasonable thing to say when you get paint all over the floor. He gets a rag and looks down for the brush and sees that it didn’t hit the floor. It fell on top of the little cosmetics case. So he picks the case up and starts to rub the paint off but instead is rubbing it into the faux leather top. ‘Turpentine, that’s what I need,’ and downstairs he heads with the case. A few strokes with a turpentine dampened rag and the case.