I was mentally very much down and I needed a shoulder to cry and share my sorrow plight. Latha stood there for me and our emotional bonding became ver... much strong. She listened patiently my stories and helped me in all ways possible to get out of my terrible times. That time helped us to become so close friends. We never had any sexual interest to each other even when all these things happened and she was my great friend and I couldn’t even think of something wrong with her as it would hurt me. We can probably get this down to a misdemeanor or dismissed altogether.”Robert Willis, or Chiko as he was known on the street, went about telling his version of events. The gist was that he was borrowing his girlfriend’s car that had been driven by one of her cousins from out of town just prior to him picking up the vehicle. Listening to the story made Jamison salivate. He was thinking of the forensics, ordering finger print samples, and sticking it to his old buddies at D.A.’s office one more. Could I be your girl?"He looked at her, trying to see if she was asking what he thought she was asking. Those beautiful blue eyes were looking at him with need in them. He already knew she was no tramp. He moved to kiss her and was met by lips softer than he'd ever felt, until they firmed and became demanding, parting so her tongue could taste him.They moved to change the angle and her head brushed against his, causing her to gasp when her bruised forehead bumped him.He backed off, afraid he'd. "Are you Mr. Feldman?" I again pointed to the boy. "His grandfather?" No," he said. "I think the grandfather is up front, but his name is not Feldman." Sorry," I said. I walked further toward the back.I leaned over to another man."Are you Mr. Feldman?" No," he said.I shrugged like I had failed in my mission."Good. Follow me out in around thirty seconds."He came out the door I had just exited."Come with me," I said."Look —" he said."Just do it. You'll get your information."We walked casually to.