“In a couple of days.”“Here.” I pulled out one of my business cards. “Call me at work. As I said, this doesn’t involve my wife. I’d like...to keep this private until I know what’s what.”I"d never been as antsy as I was for those days. I was afraid that people, including Sylvia, were going to start asking me what was going on.You can imagine how relieved I was when I answered the phone, and what I heard was, “Blair, right? Ford.”I made an audible sigh of relief. “Ford, good. Or at least I hope. We cops are trained to suspect even facts we know are true. I thought that I was just being a cop. Apparently, even you smell a rat."Ed and Betty went over what he had told her and discussed every item, dissecting the item and trying to find fault with everything. Ed saw that they were getting nowhere. Ed excused himself and started drawing a bath. Many times, he had sat in a hot bath and pondered a tough case when he was on the force. Betty sat at the kitchen table. Ed told her that he would. Is that what you are?"Yes sir" I replied "I am just a white whore for your use."He laughed as I reached a spot at his feet. He dropped his pants and stepped out of them kicking his shoes off in the process."Lick my feet bitch." He commanded.I dropped my head to his feet and started to lick them not sure exactly how he wanted me to do it.After I had bathed both of his feet with my tongue he grabbed my hair and started to pull my head up. "Lick my balls bitch."I started licking his big black. “Alright, I want everyone to move toward the mess hall in an orderly fashion. We’ll wait for more instructions there.”I closed the door behind Raz as we joined the procession, marching toward the mess. It must still be night, or at least early morning, because all of the lights were off. Vasiliev turned them on, and we sat around the tables, feeling the occasional rumble pass through the hull as we waited for more information. It sounded like there was a battle going on outside.After talking.