"The man began digging out binders with the title, "Fiberglass Plant, Italy" on the front. Within the binders were figures that justified the expense ...nd the proposed profitability of such a plant. All I could think of was, poor Jeff; he would be the person to come set this up. But there is another way, he could bring people to Tampa to train, while others he trains and directs can come set up the plant. I'll bet he would go for that. He would probably go for anything to keep from constantly. I shook my head at that.Not much there, really. Just that he had been found murdered, on the grounds of the old Clinton Mansion. Strange markings had been found on his body. That was new. When I had viewed the body, he had already been cleaned.I got the name of the street, and the address of the Clinton Mansion from the paper. I would go to the scene of the crime. While the police were not to willing to give me what was apparently public information, the newspaper could always be counted on to. If I met a girl the same way back in Maryland, it was almost a sure bet we wouldn’t be kissing and snuggling just hours later, preparing to celebrate New Year’s. Here it was a different story,snuggling as much because we dug each other as to keep warm. We found ourselves on the edge of the crowd a few blocks away, hardly a front row seat, though close enough to where we’d see the ball when it dropped. The crowds back then were smaller, ‘only’ about seven-hundred-thousand people as opposed to. He wears old man boxers, which just are a bit bulky under a pair of pants. The new cotton boxers which shape themselves to a man’s thighs, and more so outline his cock would be so much nicer. Or even silk ones. Abbie imagines Tim would be ecstatic feeling soft silk against his privates.Tim turns to her with a look of such joy in his face, and says, “Abbie, I know I need new things, and was trying to think of a way of asking you to help me. Yes, I would love to have you with me on a shopping.