I asked Charlie to obtain all the information he could on the firm, specifically including an Email directory listing everyone from the partners to th... newest hire, and full background on Lynn Plath, with particular reference to meetings away from Boston scheduled for the near future. I thought it better to confront her away from her own turf as it were. The background information wasn’t really necessary, but I like to be thorough. I ask for a lot of varied information. The request was not. And finally with a deep breath in. . . YESSSS!!!! I shouted in my head as I placed the Ace of clubs with the rest of my straight. As a smirk started creeping across my face, I quickly recovered myself so not to give away my hand. Dan had brought over a cheap set of poker chips and the anty was two bucks, with the betting starting with Dan. Tossing in five dollars, Dan just smiled, winked at both of us as he raised it to fifteen. "I call your five and raise another ten" I firmly boasted. He was giving her a dirty smile, looking her up and down. I could see my mom blushing under his leering gaze, but she couldn’t seem to look away from Principal Turner. He laughed at her. “Can’t even stand straight in your Come Fuck Me heels, can you? Maybe it’s time someone fucked you in those heels!” Principal Turner spun my mom around by her wrist. She stumbled in her heels and he was able to get behind her and bend my mom over what looked like a sawhorse that was backstage. With her firm ass. This time he was ready. He caught my arm before my fist could collide with his face again. He threw me on the couch and started up the stairs. “Stay out of my way, Justin,” he called over his shoulder before slamming his door shut. * I shifted gears and drove aimlessly, passing by the sleazy bars of Downtown. I had bought a bottle of Wild Turkey and was now currently drinking out of it. Pretty stupid of me, I know, but I felt stupid. So I continued to drive and drink as I thought about what.