Then I opened the bottom drawer, inside were a bunch of files, and one with a green label with a white clover on it.I paused for a second and remember...d Michelle. Her panties were green with a white clover on them. I took out the file and read. It was detailing Michelle before the change, where she got stood up on a date, and the next morning she received her pair of panties, and then there for photos of her, hidden photos taken of her from all over her house and out and about. The pictures. I introduced myself and told her I was expected by the owner. She looked me over doubtfully and picked up the phone to call her boss. She said, “Hey do you have an appointment with a white boy today? Uh huh, yeah. Ok, I’ll send him in”. She looked back at me after hanging up the phone and said, “Ok, you can go in. It’s just down the hall, last door on the right”.I thanked her and made my way back to the owner’s office. I paused at the door to take a deep breath and knocked. I heard a muffled. You told me so.”She shrugged dismissively. “An educated guess,” she smiled a little. “How’re you doing since the crash?”“My hip bothers me some,” I admitted. “They tell me that I’ll have difficulty sitting in one position for long. That’s sort of killed my job prospects for the future, but we’ll see. I’m okay financially and Lori gives me something to look forward to every day.”She nodded. “You never made me breakfast,” she pouted a little.“That day was coming,” I assured her. “If we’d been. Jason walked up the stairs instead of turning into the reception room of the brothel, but nobody noticed. Jason couldn't help marveling at this foolish lapse in security.He made his way to the third floor without ever being challenged, and saw that there was only one guarded door on this floor. This had to be the door to Rush's office, so Jason boldly marched up to it and announced, "I have an appointment with Mr. Rush. Please let me in."The guard was somewhat surprised that he had not been.