.. If I should die before I wakeIt’s ‘cause you tookmy breath awayLosing you is like livingin a world with no airOhI’m here alone,didn’t wanna...leaveMy heart won’t move,it’s incompleteWish there was a waythat I can makeyou understandBut how do you expect meto live alone with just me‘Cause my world revolves around youIt’s so hard for me to breatheTell me how I’m supposedto breathe with no airCan’t live, can’t breathe with no airIt’s how I feel whenever you ain’t thereIt’s no air, no airGot me out. Bolstered by Spook's assessment of probabilities, I remained pretty confident that I'd seen the last of Estrada and his minions. If Estrada had the Carstairs file he'd know that everything pointed against me being Jack Heyward, from fingerprints to photos to DNA to eyewitness IDs, right across the board. They'd been persuasive enough that the Feds hadn't even tried to take it into court, hadn't they?Still, I was aware that Estrada wasn't a court, and had, according to Richard, potential. 
Then they all slowly smiled at one another. 
“Welcome back to the game” said Victor.

Clairy came in fresh from the pool, her shorts off and swimsuit wet. I called her over.
“Hey sweetheart, mind getting all the guys some drinks?"
She left and came back, and as she handed the beer to Victor he pulled her close. She stiffened a little.“Hey Clairy. I like your swimsuit.”
“Thank you.” She mumbled, looking away, blushing.
“You seem like good luck, do you mind sitting with me this round?
She looked. "Look at me! I should be ashamed of myself..." "Not at all, Scott. I really like that I turn you on," she said coyly, parting her legs a little. My eyes drifted down to the small patch of hair between her legs. I could see how moist she was becoming. When I glanced back up to her face, the sparkle in her eyes let me know I had been caught looking. We laughed again, and I lifted my hips to pull my boxers off and slide them to the floor. "Oh, Scott. Mmm. Stand up and bring that thing closer," she.