‘Please play for me,’ you said. Every songwriter loves to play — and I was playing for a dream-audience — a very pretty girl at that. It was a...ter midnight. I pushed the piano chair back a bit and picked up my guitar. I began to play you the lullabies I’d written years ago for a girl I knew when I was your age. Never recorded – seldom performed – and only for close friends and family in private moments. But these songs were written by a much younger man – just a boy, really, for exactly this. I don't want to sit behind a desk."Maria Reyes dropped a file folder on Mike's desk. "You've done a good job on the three cases you closed out ... but this one is a little different."Mike pulled the folder to him and opened it. "What makes this one any different than the others?" The case is over 25 years old, 27 to be exact." Not that it makes a difference, but why this case before the others" I was going through some of the older files and found this one from 1988. It was a horrible, heinous. Then she floored me “Terry I want to stay with you all weekend. Can I do that?” she sounded like she was desperate not to be alone. “What about your husband?” I asked “won’t he try to ring you? What happens if you are not at home?’ “He never rings when he is away. The truth is, he has stopped caring. If it wasn’t for the company he would probably leave me”. She sounded so unhappy. “The company?” I asked. “Yes, didn’t you know? He is the Chairman of your company”. I looked at her lying naked. As time has worn on, your dreams and fantasies have become more and more extreme. You like to masturbate but you don’t get to do it as often as you’d like. You get on okay with your roommates but you don’t connect with them. You may even be bisexual, find them attractive, and be in denial.” Elaine’s jaw dropped. He’s gotta be joking. “I don’t remember telling you about my roommates.” “I’m kidding!” followed a second later. A clever reply wouldn’t come. She had no idea what to say! .