Denise took it and shook it warmly, but was stillmore than a little perturbed about what the meeting was in aid of."I suspect you're a little confused...as to why I would want to meet withyou." he stated urbanely. "I understand how you must feel, but let me putyour mind at rest. That imbecile you helped to put behind bars may wellhave carried my name, but he was definitely no son of mine." He wasn't?" No. In fact I never wanted to have anything to do with him, but mysecond wife engineered it as. This game takes time, especially when playing with someone new and Jack is a busy man who lives several hours from us. He stayed til the end though when Valerie beat us all. He said he was sad to say it but he really needed to head out since he had an early day the next day.We all began our goodbye chatter.As we were all chatting and saying our goodbyes he got up from his chair and walked around behind mine. He put his hands on my shoulders and rubbed them as he talked to all of us about. After several seconds of silence, I heard the sound of someone dragging something along the corridor outside the room. If it was one of ours, I needed to go help. If it was one of theirs’ he needed assistance meeting the devil.The effort required to move from the floor to the hallway was almost more than my body could stand, but I made it, and saw our team leader, bloody and it looked like the kind of gunshot wound that ended with the victim dying. He was hit somewhere high up in the chest.. “I’m… I’m in a costume. I’m not a girl but a guy dressed up like a girl” I managed to croak out. “Are you fucking with me?” he demanded.“N-n-no it’s true” I said as I shook my head.He stared into my eyes for a moment before suddenly bending down while continuing to grip my shoulder tightly. His free hand reached under the short Supergirl skirt and grabbed my package. His eyes widened and he squeezed it hard enough to make me wince. He released me there and straightened up and his fingers rubbed.