He tried to remember what they looked like but all he could recall was that they were three men and three women.Besides him and Gloria, the other ten ...urors were pretty much a passive group, silent for the most part; it was redeeming quality that left him hopeful the trial would progress rapidly to a swift conclusion. At the end of each row of jurors, a pair of overweight black housewives sat like unemotional bookends waiting for their instructions. They all had tag with their juror number and. However she now had her radio going with the earphones on so until I went down there, she’d be lost to the world for the next hour. Being impatient, not wanting to get into an argument, and feeling like pissing her off for a change I decided to check her room without asking permission (a BIG no-no). I stormed in there looking in all the usual places and a few more without finding my tape. That’s when I decided to check her closet (an even bigger no-no but I didn’t care) swinging open the. My Washington closed door inquisition with the intelligence committees had been postponed two weeks on Wednesday because of the storm.Eric and Frank both dropped hints that the committee was digging to see if we had any advance knowledge of the attack because we were so well prepared for it. Eric also indicated that the panel was going to be loaded with other intelligence groups."They are looking for why JBG was targeted - what you knew and how - that the intelligence group did not," Eric. She had long, dark brown hair and dark eyes; small, pointy breasts that were rarely in a bra, a tight, sexy ass and a walk that almost moaned, “Fuck me.” As hot as she might have been, I didn’t really like or trust Shamita all that much. I had the feeling she was looking for a meal ticket in my brother…which might be part of the reason I let myself do any of what I’m about to relate.One Saturday afternoon I was hanging out with my brother and Shamita when the phone rang. It was some band whose.