“I’m so glad you’re here If you only knew what I’ve just been through” she said as she began crawling across the floor to reach out to him. ...“Well, it’s quite obvious to me that you were being the slut bitch that I always knew you were. Don’t touch me with some other dude's nut all on you! He spat back at her. Rising to his feet, “I really don’t care to hear this little story. Just give me the keys so that I can get my shit and bounce.”“But, but, Derrick it’s not what you think. I was. It’s about Paul.’ ‘Paul? What about Paul?’ I asked. Then they began telling me about not wanting to butt in to my personal life but figured after my husbands speech, there was a few things I needed to know. Paul has dated both of them through out the years. He said he was in an unhappy marriage and was going to get divorced. eventually. ‘We both knew that all Paul wanted was a good fuck, excuse our language, but we were both divorced so it was all we were after.’said Barb ‘We knew that you. The tops of her heavy jugs shone in the moonlight. The gown was slit up to the waist on the left side showing off her stocking clad legs. A pair of three inch spike heels finished off her outfit. This dress is last year's style, but it's the best I've got.Unbeknownst to anyone and especially Angie, things were not as they seemed with the two detectives on the night shift. Skiff, from narcotics, had a bit of a problem. He couldn't stay awake during the day, so he had taken stimulants for ten. After wrestling for a moment with the moral imperative versus the biological imperative versus the likelihood of stopping the System with just the two of us, high moral ground yielded to discretion. I realized that we still needed to get Jen her life back, but we had to do it cautiously. We also needed to get out of town tomorrow morning. I sensed that we would be a lot safer elsewhere and figured out where we should go."Jezebel, please let me speak to Jen" I asked. Again her hand stopped.