I regreted so much not going first down the ladder so I could get a good view at her ass.It was the next morning, when I was woken up by some knocking...on my door. I was surprised because usually my mom would just barge in, tell me to wake up, and put some clothes on. I was way to tired to be thinking about that though. So I just stood up and yelled out " I'll be right down ", but then my door flew open with Jordan their smiling. Her face quickly went from a smile to a surprised look. If you. Saturday morning she was pumped up. "I got a call from the APD chief this morning. Three things hit his desk at the same time yesterday afternoon. Someone had put a color picture of the banner welcoming me as director from the lobby, HR had sent him my resignation paperwork and the rumor is going around that I am filing a 50 million dollar discrimination suit against the department over the detective job," she said."You should have heard the begging and pleading for me to reconsider and not. Left behind was a shell, quickly boarded up by the city to keep vandals out, not that there was anything left to vandalize. The building was on some registry or something so it couldn't just be knocked down.I couldn't avoid the feeling that Pastor Paul, starting with a blank slate so to speak, had ordered from the local big-box builders' supply and discount furniture mart. There were no pictures of saints, no statues. Maybe they had a thing like the Moslems against graven images. The walls were. Her manager had brought over some papers for her to sign before she left for a promotional tour in Hawaii and happened to mention that he thought they should change her private line and code name again."Why is that?" she asked as she read the papers he handed her."Because we got another fan calling last Monday claiming to be a long lost friend who had to speak to you," he said. "That's the fourth time this month. It's only a matter of time before they post it on the Internet." Okay, take care.