Amanda immediately became silent. "You're a beautiful young woman," he declared. "Too beautiful for prison. Now I'm cuffing you, but trust me. That'... not what those handcuffs are going to be used for." At that moment, Amanda realized what was going on. She smiled. "Oh!" she exclaimed. "So... what do you like, officer?" "Put your hands behind your back, and you'll find out," he said. Amanda obeyed, and Cordan cuffed her. Cordan opened his vehicle and pushed her into the backseat of his. The cause is long forgotten, no longer cared as the prize of being the greatest consumes and overpowers them to continue their futile efforts of gaining an advantage that doesn’t exist and will never come into focus. But who am I to judge the worth of Man. I am no judge, no jury, no executioner. I am merely a messenger, not from the divine or higher authorities, but a messenger in my own sense. Even the greatest of species fall and wither and a new one emerges: pure and full of life until the. Laura Branson." Well Laura Branson, so beautiful and so happily married, may I show you some other shoes?" Keep those compliments coming and I may buy a half interest in the store," she laughed, bringing a chuckle from the young man as well."You're French?" Oui. A graduate exchange student. I work here on weekends to help pay expenses." Oh? Your major?" Architecture. I am spending a year in your country studying." And will you then be returning to France?" Perhaps. I have not yet decided."He. ”He smiled back with a look of understanding and acceptance, “Sounds like a change for the better. My name is Gregg. It is nice to meet you.” He lifted my hand and kissed it gently. I was quite sure he knew what was going on. Tiffany would have been so impressed with me I thought to myself. But, she wouldn’t stop there. So I pushed forward a little further. “It’s nice to meet a gentleman. Maybe we can have a cup of coffee one evening. I’m home all week until Friday.”“I might take you.