I thought it was there in case she wanted to slice an onion. So yeah keep those, but the rest she gets back, then we talk."All I really wanted was the...hidden microphone. I wanted the conversation on tape. I was sure Earl would be in the parking lot with his recorder and monitoring tools."Okay, so let's talk." Jen said, after my personal items were again in my possession. "What do you want to know first?" Let's start with why you thought the cop was bad?" Dawson asked.Jen nodded so I answered,. "I have certainly heard that enough times as justification for bold actions."On both sides of the good and evil line I'm sure," I added for her."That is true. So it seems they were right," she said. She saw the look of confusion on my face. "All the reports on my desk." Ah the interviewers who proceeded you," I agreed."And the background reports. On paper you were perfect, the interviews were all we could hope for and more. You are not only perfect where it counts, you bring just the right. It makes no promises and grants no guarantees. Bad things happen to good people and all that crap. I was diagnosed with cancer at the tender young age of 22. It came on without warning and was a death sentence. Even with aggressive treatment there was little chance of remission. They say there are stages of grief and at the end you find acceptance. I skipped a few steps and I guess I had my grandfather to thank for that. He was a no-nonsense sort of fellow and laid down the facts of life early. ................." Now moving his hand dangerously close to her vagina he whispered, "Phyllis, are you getting wet, I could swear that I can smell your arousal!?!" This couldn't be happening to her, a sharp career woman just sitting there and letting a total stranger feel her up and to top that off ask her the most intimate of questions, but for some reason she couldn't resist him, and in a small voice she offered, "Y-yes, I'm very wet, I can't seem to help it!!!" With only inches to go, and.