Now it's been a while that we were back here again, and slowly but surely also the everyday returned with us. Slowly, I regretted that we had not take... care of in time for having c***dren, but I am very happy. Only at night, when we went to sleep, I had to think of the blacks more often. Sometimes when my husband was on a business trip, I made it myself, thinking of the Africans out of the restaurant in Tokyo. I then painted me out in my imagination as it would have been to do it with him on. He had flinched at each question as if being struck."H, how did you know I have a daughter?" Detective Bladen asked weakly."Knowing things is kind of a part of my new job," Jonas replied with a shrug.The radio Cleves wore on his belt crackled and said, "Detective Jordan. Would you please return to the ambulance when you have a moment?"Cleves unclipped the radio and lifted it to his mouth. He looked at his partner and at Jonas for a moment before answering. "This is Detective Jordan. I'll be. I have been your maid for over a year now. Finally, you are paying attention to me. Oh, how I have tried to capture your attention. At last I thought to show you some of what I have to offer you. How well that worked. You have already made me very happy, yet we have not done anything more than touch, and a little kissing."I don't know how that can be. Jeanette and Marie have told me that it takes a lot of hard work to come like I did just now and that most men only think of themselves. They. Maybe.” Curious, Peter turned on the television and the VCR, with the volume low, then reconnected the coaxial cable running from the basement apartment. The view immediately changed from a solid blue to a blurry view of the basement. Within moments the view had stabilized, and Lauren and Peter were watching Heather and Robby two floors below them.“Peter, we can’t!” said Lauren, even as her eyes stayed glued to the small screen.“Sure, we can. They watched us, it’s only fair!” He turned the.