This was mostly do to fatigue and amazing lovemaking. But that night and every night following I or my husband would wake always at the same time ( wh...ch was 4:15 am ) Always with the feeling I was being watched or the feeling of something had it's hand on my breast or touching my butt or fingering my vagina. I would often scold my husband the next day for waking me in such a way. If he insisted he could at least finish what he started. He would just say I was over tired and look at me like I. He insisted I talk with Matheson. That put me smack dab in the middle of the conspiracy. But I went to the Feds BEFORE I met with Matheson because I smelled a rat AND because I didn’t want to help with some kind of prison break!”“I’m curious; after everything is said and done, do you think my dad belongs in prison?”“I think he got what was coming to him for being arrogant and thinking he could do whatever he wanted without any repercussions - both with you and with the girls he was with. I. "No problem. He seemed like a good guy, just not my type. I'm glad he's yours."I darted my eyes to Adrienne, my eyes communicating my own little joke: 'Not your type? What, male?'Adrienne apparently got the message and just rolled her eyes at me.On the other hand, some of Dayna's and Brandi's friends were less affable about the new relationship. Angela Chan and Monique St. Claire stopped by to visit their friends. Angela just waved but Monique, as was her habit, came by to brush her hands. Either way, The bids quickly reached ridiculous proportions - even morethan Tristan. Part of her couldn't help but feel vaguely satisfied thatshe was, at least, wanted. With a scowl, she banished the thought fromher head.Finally, the bidding ended when only one person seemed to have enoughmoney to continue. The winner stood out, even amidst the rich, well-dressed men. He was only average in size, and middle aged, but he had acommanding presence about him that was unmistakeable. He was a.