Also during those same conversations, I came to the conclusion that there was a good, genuine quality about Devon. What exactly was genuine, I was not...sure of at this point in time. But I had six whole weeks to find out… Trish was a marvelous, captivating young lady with lush brown eyes, long, yellow-blonde hair and the type of bright, pearly-white smile often seen in toothpaste advertisements. Trish’s natural beauty was all-encompassing – from the toes on her feet all the way up through a. "Welll now boyo that's true enough, happens I was lookin' for yea, thought to offer yea a drink and suggest yea go get a look see at that nose of yours seems a might off center to me at the moment." Chad would of snorted but it would probably make his nose start to bleed again "You know I don't drink, Trink" With a hurt look on his face Trink looked at Chad "I know that, but this is different it's what's called a medicinal drink boyo, somethin to ease the pain a might till yea get all fixed up. The girl smiled and Peter offered her his hand and introduced himself. "I'm Jayne," she said. "I work with Cara over at the hospital." Jayne took Peter's hand and he could swear he felt a jolt of electricity when their hands touched. This girl was a knockout. She had short blonde hair and was wearing a short pair of surfer shorts and a cropped T-shirt that showed off her flat belly and belly ring. Peter found belly rings very sexy and often found himself admiring them when young girls were on. John stopped at the same spot when he noticed a cat sitting there. It was a cat from outside. Ed, still feeling ill, waited with John while the FBI searched the rest of the house. There were so many lies to expose in this house.The agents came streaming into the living room. One turned angrily to John and spat, “There’s no one here and nothing to suggest that anything wrong is going on.”John pressed the center panel of the fabric covering the wall. Much to the other agent’s surprise, the panel.