She glanced back at the older man, and he just nodded.**********"Do you want to tell us about Charlie Ross?" the younger man asked simply, even gently... The trio sat around a desk in a small office, Trisha on one side and the two men on the other. Except for the computer in front of the older man, the room had no decorations, no extra furniture. It was as sparse as it was functional. It also seemed like an interrogation room. Trisha thought quickly. "I've never heard that name before," she. With advice from his accountant, and the reorganization of his bank accounts, he soon had things under control. His accountant had taken him at face value when he introduced the fact that he had taken in a silent partner, and the bank seemed quite happy that he was making his loan payments on time. Overall, his finances were complicated, but it seemed that Matti had a handle on them that would be sufficient to explain where the money was coming from.By the end of the week things were pretty. As he settled into his bed, he thought ofthe daunting task before them. "This could be impossible..." he sighedas he closed his eyes and let sleep claim him.-Ten-Max played with the condensation that ran off his Laurillian Ale that hewas drinking, waiting in the darkened end of the bar in his customarybooth. Movement near the door caused him to glance up; Mike was enteringand working his way back to where his friend was seated."Dispatch said you wanted to see me, they implied that you had. Finally, my chance. We sit, we smoke, we laugh, and I run back to my apartment to grab some more bud. Boyfriend hasn't moved.Perfect.I head back over but was sure to leave my bra behind. I'm sure my see-thru top wasn't distracting at all lol. He rolls up again, we smoke and somewhere in the mix, he takes his shirt off and said to make myself at home.He was shocked when I took my shirt off too. I laughed. He seemed confused yet excited too. I told him not to worry about my boyfriend as long as.