I was completely, utterly stunned by his words. It couldn't be true. It couldn't be true. It couldn't be true. “I – are you lying to me?” I stam...ered. “Is this a – a joke?” He hung his head. “No, it's not a joke. I swear to you, it's not a joke. I'm being serious. I've fought this for so long, and it's nearly driven me crazy. Especially since I was sure you felt the same way about me. I wasn't sure if you were actually crushing on me, or if my mind was playing tricks on me, showing me what I. She turned suddenly throwing a plastic container full of dishwater in his face. Carly grabbed Kimi saying, “Bitch you are mine!” Kimi let out a shriek and hollered “RAPE!”Luckily Marby and I were in the dining area. We heard the commotion. We ran into the kitchen to investigate and then to protect Kimi. A guest poked his head in and was told, “Get Marcy. Go to room 17. Don’t knock. Say hurry, Kimi needs you in the kitchen.” Marcy arrived in time to hear Carly say for what must have been the. We had lunch at Maxim’s and I’m sure if you find the waitress and bus boys they’ll tell you we were friendly. I wouldn’t call him a close friend, but he worked on two deals with us, and as I said, I knew him because of the Foundation.”“This ex-fiancé, what was her name?”“Lisa Glass. Her father and I did a real estate deal, which I’m sure you’ll find as a matter of public record.”“And her father’s name?”“Alec Glass. I can get you their contact information if you need it.”“We have it,” the. I was not really a P.I. because that would mean committing to a field that held little allure for me. Most of the P.I.'s that I knew were alcoholics or failed policemen looking to scratch out a living on the edges of society.Most of the stuff I did was sheer bullshit and boredom but now and then an interesting scenario did arise that sort of compensated for all the crap. I had lost contact with "Julie" my eighteen year old muse with the tightest pussy I had ever navigated. She gave me a line.