Walk with me. My place isn’t far.”Josh hesitated, and said, “I... I don’t know.”“Look, Josh. I’m not going to pussyfoot around. I li...e what I see. The way you were staring, I assume you like what you see. You want to do something about that, then walk with me. It’s up to you, kid.”Swallowing hard, Josh tried to think – tried to make a decision. In the end, it was a small thing that broke through the cacophony of opposing thoughts in his head. Though it lasted only a second, seeing Paul. I leaned in and asked what was wrong, that was a bad idea, he could smell the booze in my breath."Have you drank today miss Peterson?" He asked with a sturdy, professional voice."Maybe I did, what of it?" I answered. For a straight A student... I can be dumb sometimes."And how do you know my name anyway officer..." Stone, and because your mom called us, she came in earlier than she said she would and found the house empty, I was already on patrol and said I'd take a look, apparently her little. Melted into the bay and was gone. Shouts echoed as people watched the sight. I shook my head as I turned to the dockmaster. He had a slender beard that jutted from the tip of his chin that he had waxed to a point.“Is there a place we can stay?” I asked.“The Desert Hare is an establishment worthy of your rank with suites to accommodate a lord and his retinue.” He glanced at my harem. “Though you have a very strange one.”“My thanks,” I said, taking his hand.He clasped both his around mine,. Brock couldn't help but smile. He wished he had his phone so he could snap a quick picture to sell to the tabloids."What?" Randi asked irritably."Now you know how it feels," Brock replied with a smile. "Seriously, we need your help." My help?" Randi asked. "Who?" Uh, Chastity," he said. "I'll explain it once you're awake. But, point is, we need to use your studio for a while this morning. Is that possible? Do you know people who might help us?" Maybe," Randi replied. "Give me a minute, Brock. I.