"I suppose it could be viewed that way," said Bob. "Sir," he added belatedly."A city councilman's wife tried to shoot you," said the commissioner. "Sh...'s coming up for trial pretty soon, by the way. I checked."Bob wondered what was going on. Were they just playing with him?"Yes, sir," he said, his voice neutral."The last woman you arrested for a serious crime ... the woman you're seeing ... got off scot free," said the commissioner."Yes, sir," said Bob."You arrested her for murder, and now. He held her elbow since the walk needed some repairs. Joan was beside herself feeling his light sensuous touch. Her panties were soaked as she walked up the stairs in front of him. She had made sure he had his briefcase with him, he did.Once inside the house Drew saw that everything was clean and in order. She got him settled on the old but comfortable sofa then went into the kitchen to make the coffee. She intended to change her panties but decided not to. She took off her suit jacket and hung. This time, as hewashed he felt no better. He felt his Mom had rejectedhim. She had teased him. She was ready to fuck him andhad stopped because of a goddamned broken glass."That whore," he growled aloud. "She tasted my cumyesterday. She was ready to fuck me today." His wordsand his anger got stronger with every syllable hespoke.But beneath the anger was embarrassment and guilt. Upuntil the day before he would have been ashamed to lethim Mom see him naked. One of his greatest fears hadbeen of. Followed that? I thought not! It doesn’t really matter anyway. What mattered was that the ‘men’ couldn’t do the finale properly even though the ‘men’ were really intelligent women. We went into a huddle with Lisa. Did I say that Lisa was co-ordinating us? No? Oh well. She was. ‘Lisa!’ I said (or rather shouted as you have to if you want to get a word in when Lisa’s co-ordinating) ‘We haven’t a hope of getting the men to do the last bit right. Even we can’t!’ The others agreed with me. The men.