"All right, but no games, no funny stuff, and most definitely no blow job." She said with distaste.He sighed again and then nodded. "But I'm not letti...g you off on Sunday; you can have tomorrow to yourself." But mum's having her annual summer party on Sunday." She argued.Mr. Groves nodded his head again. "Yes I remember; I have plans for that." What?" she frowned."We'll discuss it later Debbie." He said impatiently. "My friend is waiting." All right." she sighed, "What do you want me to do."He. A member of our Accounts Retrieval Department, Ms Annabel Fanshawe –Smythe, will be calling on the 12 June, at 4pm, for your arrears.Please have all your invoices, receipts and bank cheque stubs available for Ms Fanshawe -Smythe to peruse.Yours sincerelyMike HuntI showed the letter to Pippa."I don't understand it, my tax is dealt with by the Regimental paymaster, how can I be in debt?"She dismissed the letter with wave of her hand,"They are always making cock ups at the Revenue, just forget. "That's not what I'm afraid of," she chuckled, smiling to hide her sudden feeling of sudden abandonment."Then perhaps you should be," chuckled Laurna, soliciting a stern glance from her sibling."But seriously," continued Vivian, pushing her wheelchair back a bit before making her way around the counter to the squealing pot on the low stove, "we wanted to talk to you." A-about what?" inquired Misty, looking anywhere but Miranda's mother's strangely coloured eyes."About my daughter, actually,". Everything seemed out of place. She thinks she meant to catch them off guard when he rounded the corner of the older style apartment building in her Brooklyn neighborhood. As if she would jump from between the two buildings and question him… that may have been her plan but she can’t remember. Instead, her lips met his and she kissed him. Shocked, she takes a moment to reflect on what she had done. Time was passing so slowly. There were many moments. She kissed him. Now they were locked in an.