“So what did you do with the all the video you shot?” You almost gag on your mouthful. Yvette smirks and gives you a quick glance. Well it was now...clear that everything’s out in the open. Oh my god who will get to see it… I can feel daggers as you stare at me.As the meal ends and everyone makes a move to go they invite us back for a night cap at their place which is nearby. I can feel you hesitate but you go with the flow. Xavier makes the drinks while Yvette disappears only to come back. So as I get the locations they are very outspoken w/me & giggling in good spirits & start to flirt w/me by saying I was good looking & what crazy stories I had to share while working the graveyard shift I told them I was offered a blowjob as a tip for being so cordial & helpful to a recent client I picked up & helped her walk into her house as she was stumbling & couldn't walk & as for doing so & being a gentleman she unzipped my slacks (free balling no underwear) & placed her warm salivating. The FBI learned this from the nationwide tip line. But they learned it three days after Birdy’s body had been discovered. So Gunther had been in the wind for about a week.The FBI had my laptop, the one I’d recorded Birdy’s murder on. I wondered if I’d ever get it back. Decided I didn’t want to.Daddy, through Hank Morristown, kept me up to date on the Gunther rumors. The latest were from DC. And, if true, terrifying. Although most of what I heard was as unreliable as that kid’s game, Telephone.. She cautiously made her way down the stone steps and, as she had no lamp, she found it necessary to rely solely on her sense of touch to find the bags of dried apples. Removing one from the bag, she sniffed it and sighed."Yes, this is most definitely an apple. It just would not do to find myself on the road, hungry and pull a turnip from the bag. Now, I will just put a few of these into this bag over here and now, I have room for cheese and bread." She turned around. "Oh damn, now I have to go.