" I invited Shirley inside."Would you like a drink?" I asked.Shirley shook her head. She seemed a bit nervous, though. "Can we... you know... start?" ...o soon?" I asked. "How about a glass of water? Water is supposed to be good for you and helps clean out your system." OK," Shirley said, reluctantly.I led Shirley to the living room, and told her to put her jacket on the foot stool in front of my recliner. I left for the kitchen and filled an eight ounce glass of spring water.As soon as I entered. ." Is his boat still here?" I don't know." Let me guess. 'Third one in on the left off the near platform... Right?"Phelps' boat was, indeed, still there, but there was so sign of its owner. Returning to the main desk, Sam reviewed the data on Phelps' registration, then stood in the doorway to Craig's office behind the counter, scanning the lobby while he called Hugh Fulcher.Hugh had been enroute to the planned afternoon stakeout at the shopping center. Sam told him they had a strong possible.. An hour … then what? She set me up. Even before she knew about my own surprise, she had set me up for intense attention. If this wasn’t normal, if this wasn’t a normal hazing of sorts, why me? But I knew why … not exactly but … ooooooo, this felt sooooo gooooood … something about me … the interview … fucking in the interview wasn’t … normal, either …Then my eyes shot open and my mouth dropped with a deep groaning escaping. Mary turned from her own desk and asked what was wrong. My head dropped. One of our friends leans into you and whispers in your ear whilst they’re looking at our joined hands, I watch the blush creep up from your chest to your cheeks as they pull away laughing. I try to move my hand away, but you grip tighter and look at me. I give you a confused look, but you just smile at me biting your bottom lip slightly. You know just what to do to make me melt.I never told you about my feelings for you, but I flirt with you every chance I get. I’ve never made a move as I.