It's what every guy wants, right? No strings, no commitments. Just hard, raw sex whenever I need it. It's a perfect arrangement for me. No drama. No f...elings. I turn away from the window and make my way to the front door to unlock it before walking to the kitchen to pour myself a drink. Tequila. My very own, best friend. I gulp it all down in one swig, enjoying the burning sensation as it glides down my throat and reaches my stomach. Fuck, I love that. Kat, stop this madness. What would your. Any Troopers who would also like to help out, I’m sure Alex would be grateful. Be mindful, He’s a proud man and probably doesn’t look for charity.”“For the past day and a half, we have been interrogating the prisoners. We have determined that they are part of a group that is operating in the western part of the state. In the Carson City to Reno stretch. It seems that their leader is a man calling himself the Washoe Kid. I am sure that he took the name because of Washoe county. We have no. I can't do that and pay the bills." "tell you what. Why don't you stay here with me until you get everything worked out." "thanks TJ you're a lifesaver." "no problem.the guest room is ready, and you know where the towels are." I knew that she was going to be here awhile but I didn't mind. That's what big brothers do. I went to bed after I was sure that she was alright. I know that she likes to watch me change clothes. I was sound asleep when Kristina came into my room. She got my attention when. One afternoon a photographer arrived, taking a series of candid shots as we talked. These were to form the colour photo centerpiece of the book. As the shoot ended Tiffany stood up and asked for one more, taking my hand and pulling me to my feet.“I want one for the inside cover, me and the hot shot writer.” I mumbled excuses but she was insistent. “Please, just do this for me.” Reluctantly I struck an awkward pose, glowering at the camera.She grabbed my hand and pulled it around her waist, then.