“Carlos, I need a big favor. I have a colleague in the john and he’s taking a lifetime to come out. Unfortunately we are on our way to do some int...rviews of witnesses on a big case and time is of the essence. Could you go in there and check on him for me? Carlos smiled and said, “Sure Miss McCoy. Give me a second.” With that he got up and went into the men’s room at the back of the restaurant. He didn’t notice Leslie following close behind him. Carlos looked under the two stall doors and saw no. I saw no new furniture, the k**s didn't have new toys, and there was barely anything in the account. What was going on, where was the money going? I could not help but wonder if perhaps she had a gambling problem, or perhaps worse, a d**g problem. That was it I was going to settle this problem once and for all when I got home tonight. I had only agreed to this job because I knew I could make the money, pay the bills off and move the entire family out to New York, yet this morning when I looked. "Grabbing her firmly by the hair, Professor Dean opened his desk. He pulled out ball gag. "For special cases like you," he informed the crying girl. "Those that need a little extra attention and discipline. Don't want you crying out too much, do we?" He pulled her head back until she opened her mouth to gasp with pain. The professor slipped the gag into place, snapping it closed behind her head and adjusting the straps until it was nice and tight - there was no way she would be spitting it out.. ’ Oliver shrugged, too tired to argue with her about it, ‘Fair ’nuff.’ Hell, Oliver wasn’t old enough to drink it yet. He was only twenty. But his friends were and they came over enough that they thought it necessary to keep a supply there. So he always had it on hand, and since no official from the university or his family ever came by, it never really was that much of a problem to deal with. So he grabbed a beer from the fridge, popped it open, sat on the couch next to her and her bags, and.