The music from below pulsed against the walls. All they could hear and feel was the thumping bass. Candle light flickered at the small round tables. V...c led them to a corner secluded from the few customers. Once seated, Jim between them, Vic popped up to get some drinks."Dr. Anderson, I'm glad you came," said Jim in understatement. At last they could hear each other."Kristen. Call me Kristen." A lovely name." Thanks, Jim." So what did you think about lying to your husband?" You don't mince. Some people might pronounce her name "Mo'reen" or "Maw'reen." Some people might say "Mar'een." But she pronounced it "Muh reen" with the accent on the second syllable. She corrected any one who called her otherwise."Jimmy, we've got a prisoner situation out here. You'd better come."My office door opens into the police room that serves all the basic functions including holding cell, which in Woodburn means they're handcuffed to the steel pipe in the corner. It also served as Maureen's office and. Initially, I had not noticed the woman's identity; I had been far more concerned with the magnificent architecture of her bust, concealed behind a white lace bra that emphasised her already impressive bust. Eventually, my eyes wandered across the rest of her body, alighting on her hauntingly-familiar face. I remember my brow furrowing in thought as I mentally added ten years and dressed rather than undressed her in my mind.My stomach churned. I knew I should not be looking at my mother, of all. Tears were running down Dave's face as he confessed, "I miss my best friend. I know I made a mistake but Jennifer won't even listen to me. What should I do?"Carol tried to think of a comforting answer but she didn't want to make any empty promises. She couldn't tell him everything would be all right because she didn't know whether it would or would not work out. She hadn't talked to Jennifer's mother Heather since the first night after Heather and Jennifer suddenly left QAI. Carol decided it.