At the time that he was between me to see my work; I feel agitated... The nerves betrayed me and drop something or made me act clumsy; I got his atten...ion and the attention of the whole fucking class...As you know a Culinary Chef or any other instructor will get mad about distractions... One day he was very irritated...YES... I have to stay after class... At the evening the class room was empty and I have to wait for him... He escort me to his private office... It is a lovely office... The. Steve was still relegated to mostly grunt work, chasing down potentialwitnesses, crosschecking their statements and writing reports. Alicespent most of her time comparing the photos of the no-tell motel roomagainst the videos she had found on Spencer Duvall's laptop. Itmatched most of videos that were not taken at Spencer's townhouse.They still had no DNA match for the non-secretor or the fingerprintstaken from the Duvall crime scene and the evidence was sent to Houstonfor comparison with the. ’ Tilda smiled and took my arm. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Cien was seated at the Laird’s chair speaking softly to one of his soldiers when he caught a flash of color out of the corner of his eye. Glancing up, he lost all thought. Rose was walking down the steps, arm in arm with Tilda. She wore a beautiful dress made of rose colored satin, that made Cien’s hands ache with the urge to touch it. Would it be as soft as her skin? ‘Laird?’ Snapped out of his day dream, he looked back at. But then she saw the malice in my eyes. I pulled out my short dog-whip and laid it on the desk. ?You left the kitchen in an deplorable mess, Miss Cleo? I said, looking disappointed.?We-we can talk about it when we get home though.? Cleo said, but as she said ?home? I had leapt behind the desk and pulled her off her swivel chair. Cleo was in a pinstripe jacket and skirt set, and her considerable breasts were barely concealed by a button down white shirt.Pulling down her panties, and yanking up.