"I could show you probably five different forms that say we were there. Now, you have avoided the question a little too long. What was it you found, a...d why would you think my son had anything to do with it?"Special Agent Downs cracked a smile."Are you a lawyer by chance?" No. I negotiate corporate hostile takeovers, so that they work."The agent shook his head and then said, "I don't know how you would do something like that. I mean talk about a lot of emotion. Ever been shot?" No. I'm good at. As we make our way to sit down, the waiter is staring at your erect nipples and you feel incredibly vulnerable, so you move closer to me for protection.As we sit, your dress rides above your thigh and your hold ups come into view. You can feel the waiter’s eyes glance down at your thighs and you’re torn between closing your legs tighter and opening them. You’re shaking with excitement and know something is going to happen tonight, just not when. You can barely read the menu and you can feel. Are you interested?"I really had nothing to lose at this point. It could certainly help clear my head to get away from here for a while. I didn't know how to find Amy at the moment, although it was only a matter of time. What was worse is that I wasn't completely sure that I should. For her sake, not my own. I kept thinking about letter my mother had written. Would Amy have a better life if I wasn't in it? I know she wouldn't think so. At least not now. I didn't really care much what happened. Jack has like a drooling ten-year-old with an annoying habit of wanting to touch everything he laid eyes on.Copping the odd feel here and there would nine out of ten times earn him a black eye but he had always proved to be harmless which was why no one ever complained about him and Joyce was sure that Jenny from the third floor loved it.Office life was indeed nothing to pride one's self on but neither was it a complete soul-sucking experience as portrayed in films. It was the repetition that.