I dared to keep my hand on the round mass a bit longer. Shannon didn’t object but simply, ‘Not yet, Liam.’ Soft as a whisper, she breathed it.I...can see in the dim hallway lights that she was blushing. The thin fabric couldn’t’ hide her arousal. Her nipples stood at my light touch. Shannon took a breath and let it out to calm herself before unlocking the door fully.Her apartment wasn’t extravagant but appeared comfortable. The focal point was a plush leather couch. A dark one with thick. ”“You’re already their slave. You’re making them rich right now.”“Bull shit.”“Max, who do you think is funding the drug business? Each time you sell a dime bag, they’re getting a couple cents. There are a lot of dime bags being sold and they’re getting rich. It’s guys like you giving them money. If you don’t believe me, read about it. It’s all there.”Max sat back and stared at the table top. “What’s this got to do with my daughter?”“Her neighborhood is going to be ground zero when the race shit. ‘ Ted also saw the signs. After so many years of marriage, one can sees what is invisible to others and Ted could see Georgette was about to cry. Ted, not wanting to embarrass her, got up and went to the kitchen to finish cleaning up. Peeking back at Georgette he could see she had not moved, but was in fact crying. He went into his office and played couple of games of solitaire. Giving Georgette what he thought was sufficient time, Ted headed back to the living room. Georgette had finished. "You certainly get into some interesting pickles, don't you, Coach?" Not by my doing," I replied."I don't think I will get anywhere trying to reason with Professor Henderson," Coach said. He chuckled. "We've crossed swords before. You have a problem with the police records. Let's work that angle. I doubt we will get anywhere calling the police department directly. I think we should jump up a couple rungs on the ladder."Coach walked over to his desk, motioning me to follow him. He sat down in.