I stared at them, transfixed, as I moved my hands, causing purple glows to linger in the air.“Mr. Forrest? Can you speak?” a voice asked, and I tu...ned to see a wrinkled old man standing there, but my hands pulsated like a cuttlefish, and I felt an... urge.“No. Go back to your home, and never disturb me again.” I tried.“Of course.” the man said with a quick bow, and left me in peace. I stared at my hands, which had stopped glowing now. I had the power of mind control!———TODAYI was crouching. They did and he rushed downstairs to get the tool. I walked from the room, looking at the walls to make sure there couldn't be a false wall. I went to the stairway and small balcony and was comparing the upstairs master bedroom area to the downstairs.Lisa was near me and I told her, "I think I know what the guy has done. Come on, let's go downstairs and check."There were only two SWAT team members downstairs as lookouts, I motioned toward them, pointed to my eyes, and pointed to the downstairs. "But as resident and a taxpayer, I expect ownership to provide a concrete plan to put forth a quality product before even I could support it."I gave my pat response when I was called on the carpet: You knew what you were getting when you drafted me.Jim Mason spent his cap money wisely and we were a much better team my second year. There was a different attitude in the locker room because Mr. Mason had focused on bringing in good players from winning teams, instead of signing the best player. AT LEAST THAT'S WHAT HIS PROFILE STATED. HE COULDN'T DO ANYTHING ABOUT THE THICK DICK IN PUBLIC BUT HE COULD HANDLE THE TWO FORMER STATEMENTS. PATTY'S PHONE RANG, HE LOOKED AT HER, AND SHE DIDN'T ANSWER, BUT MET HIS GAZE AND KEPT IT WITH THOSE SEXY EYES. KYLE KNEW HE SHOULD LOOK AWAY BUT COULDN'T PLUS SHE DIDN'T AND IT WASN'T UNCOMFORTABLE AT LEAST NOT IN THE TRADITIONAL SENSE. “WHAT DID SHE JUST SAY?SHIT!” HE TURNED BACK TO THE CONVERSATION AT HAND AND HEARD CYNTHIA HUFF. KYLE STARTED TO LOOK.