”I had decided that I am going to get even with him since Brock introduced me to Steve, and for calling me a stupid slut.That night I sneak from my ...oom into Brock’s room. He is asleep, I slowly walked into his room and I started to snoop around, trying to find something I could blackmail him with. I couldn’t find anything.I looked around one more time then I decided to look under my brother’s bed, as I am looking under his bed, his blanket fall off and onto my head. I get up to put his blanket. "Shit!" Frank exclaims to himself as he looks for a new hiding spot. He stares back and fourth as they draw near knowing the booths are also his only place to hide as he ducks inside one and quickly locks the door. "Oh this is great..Follow her Frank..Tell me what she is doing Frank. What the fuck am I going to do now." Frank says as he mocks his wife as he begins to realize he will be stuck in the booth for awhile now since he can't see them he will have no clue when they leave. Just as he. .. drop by."Rhonda then asked her a question without looking her in the eye, a very strange occurrence, which had never happened to Laura before. Rhonda was a strong, executive sort of woman, curt, even brusque and sometimes mean, and definitely no shrinking flower."Did you ever, you know... make a pass at that Deshona Reed? You know, the one who runs that Decision Resources company that did those two consulting projects for us?" You mean that gorgeous petite black woman? Small bones, big.... "What's up?" For John to skip a lunch, it must be serious. Or, Mark smirked, it was John's wife, Denise."I'm going to give you a phone number and I need to you call it right away." What's with the mystery, John?" Mark began, just a bit impatiently. "You know I don't like twenty questions, so give." I just got off the phone with Trisha Langtry," John began."Oh?" Mark's curiosity was piqued."I thought that might get your attention. Listen, she called me - something about her boss locking her out.