"Yeah, uh, I just stopped in to check the place out. This is my first time here," I said, turning to grab my drink from the counter in order to break ...er hold on my package. "Would you care for a drink?" I asked in a feeble attempt to make the move look casual."Sure," she said, beaming at me.This must be how bunnies feel when the fox corners them. "My name's Aaron," I said, handing her a drink."Judy," she replied, reaching for the glass without taking her eyes off mine.I was intrigued by the. She mouthed at me, "Be careful..." I waved again and shut the door.When I got to the office Shirley (nameplate on her desk said Shirley Maples)—Mrs Maples—told me to go to C Wing, Room 117, Mr Abover's office. Ah. He wants revenge, and he wants it in his private office. Hmmmm. Note to self. Self: Get a small digital voice recorder posthaste. My fallback position will be open door. No open door, no Kevin in room."Ah, the famous Mr Coris favors me with a visit," he sneered when I knocked. "I was. She had an idea. Feeling naughty, she started rubbing Steven's cock through his jeans. Instantly it sprang to life. He needed to release his growing cock from the restraint of his jeans. Unbuttoning them, Lyndsey took out his now hard cock. The whole time her eyes were fixed on the two men watching her. She stroked it slowly, feeling the full length as Steven was thrusting it towards her. She read his mind and moved her lips towards the tip of his cock. Stuck her tongue out, and then licked. What do you want?" he asked bluntly."I want to help you." I told him. "And in return, I'd like you to do me a little favor."He laughed. "What makes you think I need any help." I don't think you need help, I know it. You're Frank Morgan, aren't you? The police are scouring the city looking for you. Something about your wife's murder, I think." I didn't kill Marilyn." he replied."Didn't say you did. Besides, it doesn't make any difference to me, but you shouldn't have run. The police.