My hand starts to shake. I stabilize it over the mouse. On autopilot, it opens another browser and removes the adult content filter. The racing pulse ...s getting worse. Hello, my name is Jai and I’m a Lush addict. I swear my ears are ringing.Nope, not signing in. Just seeing if a certain hotly anticipated story made it to the home page. Not mine, but someone else’s. He was cool enough to send a teaser during the weekend. Probably still in mods, with the busy queue of late, but it’s been three. I couldn't very well drive home when Miranda's feet couldn'treach the pedals. I considered maneuvering my way into a sleep over, butI couldn't risk contact with Marilyn.The next day found me on the front steps again, only this time whenKatie appeared, her nanny couldn't get the door open fast enough. Katiehopped up and down beside the poor Hispanic woman berating her. "Now,now, now, you slowpoke cow!"The next time I had my weekend visitation with my little girl, I'd haveto discuss with her the. . OK ... where?" I asked, also throwing in a thought suggestion that she come to my home.Virginia replied "My place is a bit small and cramped ... can we use your place?"So that was how I arranged for my favourite wet-dream teacher to come to my place.It was Friday morning at about 9 AM when I heard a knock on my over-garage apartment's door. I had rearranged the furniture a little last night to make room for some dance lesson practice.I went to the door and let Virginia in."Come in Ms. No reason for you to be bothered with them any more than me.”“Thanks. I appreciate that.”Ed returned to John’s side. “They were hired from overseas. We have South Americans, Italians, and Russians. The picture I get is that different crime families hired them and they were all sent here to work together.”John nodded. He wasn’t surprised by the news. He turned to the Sheriff, “We’re going to head back to the house and let people adopt a more relaxed stance.”The men headed back to the house. They.