There was also a circular informationdesk that, despite the late hour, was occupied by a slightly overweightolder woman who cheerfully smiled and wave... to us. The floor was ashining marble, or at least a good facsimile of it, and large, twin MCOsymbols adorned the walls on either side of a bank of two elevators."Hey Ellen," Agent Mathews called out as we headed for the elevators."There's a couple of SFPD detectives on their way over to speak withMiss Logan. Send them up to me when they get here. ” Mac ruefully concluded.Nancy did not know what to say and merely shrugged sympathetically. Her coffee was thankfully almost finished and she was anxious to get upstairs once more.“You have no idea how I crave the feeling of myself inside a woman again,” Mac said, quietly. “It looks like I also need some nursing.”Nancy now quickly took her last slug of coffee and tried very hard to hide the flustered look on her face. Presently, she excused herself and blushing furiously, left the kitchen.As. Well... I DID make a couple small suggestions about her sex life (her husband was a very good subject, as well). I think they'll both be more, shall we say, contented with their home life in the future. But as far as your salary is concerned, that was just something I happened to learn. It's already in her budget. She's hoping you won't ask for it. She's planning to use it for a new desk and drapes in her office; but she's willing to pay if you demand it. There's a rumor that a college. And she seemed to like it. She always cries so uncontrollably when I change her. I guess you have the touch I don't."I could see tears begin to build up in Lauren's eyes. Her blouse was still unbuttoned and open, with those angry injuries still exposed."You have seen a doctor about your injuries, haven't you?" I asked."No, not yet." You're kidding! You should go as soon as possible. Your dead husband can't hurt you anymore." I realized I enjoyed saying those words, "dead husband." What could.