I had a sudden, purple-tinged vision of Georgia throwing the key to the Mercedes into a glass of champagne. What was she trying to do besides ruin Deo...’s chances of getting away? The glass of water I was drinking while watching the recordings last night was sitting, half full, on the coffee table. It was my only chance. I kicked it toward the television and watched it splash all over the place, including a precious few drops that fell into the power strip. There was a loud pop and the lights. "Hi, Dawn," Elaina said very pleasantly, almost seductively...."No, it's no imposition at all. I was cooking anyway, and it would be nice to have you here."..."Just bring yourself. Oh, do you have any food allergies I need to watch out for?"..."Good. I know just what to make. All right, Dawn, you take care and we'll see you when you get here." She paused a moment, "Bye-bye" then she closed the phone."Well now, mister smarty-pants, let's see how this goes," she said smirking at him.Rob popped. He looked impatient and walked quickly and purposefully towards us. His expression was set in a frown; he stopped in front of me and spoke in a hectoring tone that was calculated to browbeat me into submission. "All right you, let's have a look in your bag." I pulled the bag out of reach. No way was I letting him look in there, my acquaintances were adamant on that point."Are you a policeman?" What's that got to do with anything?" The man looked nonplussed."Are you a policeman?" No of course. Her body language was certainly reinforcing the idea, though. Despite my weeks of superficial flirting with Cami, not until today had I considered actually asking her out. I was 33, likely 10 years or older than her, and unfortunately starting to show some of my age. The hair line was ever so slightly receding, and despite my best efforts to stay in shape and keep active, the body was becoming soft in places. My knees hurt from basketball and jogging, and such joint pain just makes you feel.