No revenge for me. Once again the good guys finish last, while the bad guys will get everything. My grim thoughts were interrupted when I was pushed d...wn, to sit in a chair placed in the shadows.When I took a closer look at the situation, it looked like a celebration of a new agreement and I did my best not to show how much I understood. So I just looked around while still trying register and hear everything possible. Without doubt Carl or his company was involved with smuggling ... drug. A few minutes later, Mr. Grant strides back into the room. He hands me the papers I need and starts to show me to the door...but at this point, I'm too turned on the let this opportunity go. I stand up and slowly stride over to the window, careful to jiggle my ass as I walk. I get on my tiptoes and lean my head out of the open window, making sure stick my ass out toward Mr. Grant. Hopefully he takes the invitation. "This is an awfully nice view, Mr. Grant." I hear his breath hitch as he. She went on "Do you remember when you were young and I'd let you play in the bath first and then come back upstairs to wash your hair?" Yes, I remember" I replied, feeling less embarrased now. My mother then sat herself on the side of the bath and crossed her bare legs which were very shapely and smooth. "Do you also remember" she continued, "that after I washed your hair, I told you to stand up so that I could wash your bum and privates?" By now she had a broad smile on her face as she. " He ticked the names off on his fingers as he spoke. "FBI, DEA, you name them, they're there. We've had some rather pointed inquiries about this young man, too, but mostly they've just been putting on pressure every way they can think of. I've expected to be handed a summons with your name on it for the last week, wanting to get you in for a hearing. There've been some rumors going around, nothing official so far, but the word is that you're suspected of laundering some pretty heavy amounts of.