Put it on the back burner and work it when nothing else is pushing us. That is the same with the fire bomb," Hillary said."So how do we get a list of ...he employees of the insurance company?" Roger asked."They all have to have licenses. It might take a while, but we can get them," Hillary said."Or we could walk in and flash the badge and ask real nice," Roger said."I knew it. That's what you wanted all along. All right let's go talk to the officer manager," Hillary agreed. "I do enjoy being. Nevertheless, he was happy to plonk down on the sofa next to Elise, holding her hand, his youthful face a fine complement to her animated maturity. With drinks in hand, the storytelling began.Elise was quick to ask the questions foremost on my mind as well. She complimented Alfred with his language skills, remarking that perhaps he should have chosen a more cultured tutor, his vocabulary being a bit down to earth at times. And she asked about the doctor."Alfred, Jake, why did Helmut pick this. Bill was hairy, which was evident from the buttons on his shirt that strained over his gut revealing tufts of hair all the way down to his trousers. Bill’s hands were very large and rough, with the telltale signs of him being a heavy smoker. His nails were ultra-short and it was clear that he was a nail-biter. Bill always had two large damp patches under his arms. On many occasions I also observed a damp patch running down the seat of his trousers.Having said all this, he was a very pleasant. I picked her up at my brother's house at 5 p.m. D.J.'s mother had died in childbirth and so it was left to my brother to raise his baby girl. He thought it was fine that I was being so nice to his daughter. If he only knew what I had planned for later that night he might have cut my balls off and stuffed them down my throat. Anyway I had a corsage, a bouquet of flowers, and a heart shaped box of mixed cream center chocolates. D.J. really lit up when she saw everything I had brought, or maybe it.