One Saturdaymorning shortly after he had moved into be his roommate, he had justopened his door and there he was dressed as a woman, Scott had asked, ...Doyou want a cup of coffee?" His eyes got wide he was shocked he said,"Sorry," quickly closed the door and went to the kitchen.Jimmy knew if he did not try to explain, then he would have to move backto his Dad's and that would mean he would lose the chance of dressing up,he grabbed his cigarettes and went to the kitchen, still dressed. He. I also gave a slight nod.“Listen up, from now on you will call me master.”He removed my blindfold which I became aware was my bra. He was squatting down in front of me. I tilted my face to the right and took a glimpse of my body. My shirt was torn and used to tie my wrist together behind my back while my long cotton pants was used to bind my ankles together.For the first time I could get a good look at the soldier's face. He had a tanned squarish face with a pair of mesmerizing and warm eagles’. We stayed that way for a little bit, me looking up at him from my squat position against the cabinet below the sink and him looking back down at me with his sleepy eyes, and then all at once he shook his head as if he was coming out of a daydream. His eyes cleared and he looked around quickly then back down at me.When he finally spoke his voice held no anger, but that look of grave seriousness was back on his face. There was no smile, creepy or otherwise, and his eyes had cleared and sharpened. Andres, who had a lot of experience dealing with drug lords, suspected that these loans were cleverly disguised bribes to cops or public officials. My plan for the day was to google the names and addresses of the people taking them out to see if they were actually cops.The first loan on the list was $100,000 to a Catherine Lyons of Melvine, VA. This didn't make any sense, until further investigation revealed that Mrs. Lyons' husband was a state trooper, and Melvine was just off I-95, the.