Das erste war ein altes, in Leder gebundenes Tagebuch mit einem abgewetzten Band darum, das den Deckel geschlossen hielt, das zweite war ein dicker Um...chlag, auf dem mein Name, Melissa Gordon, in ordentlicher (wenn auch altmodischer) Handschrift stand. Der Brief darin war auf teures schweres Papier getippt, das ein Firmenwasserzeichen in der Mitte der Seite hatte. In dem Schreiben wurde erklärt, dass die Anwaltskanzlei von einem kleinen, unabhängigen Museum beauftragt wurde, das beiliegende. We were both dripping with sweat and catching our breath as we heard John's car door slam. Matt jumped up and grabbed his basketball shorts. I hurried up to throw my shorts and top on as Matt stopped me in the hallway and pressed me against the wall and shoved his tongue down my throat. Even as John walked in the living room and yelled that he was home, Matt pressed his muscular body against me. "Matt," I said. "I don't give a fuck," he said while kissing me one more time before saying "yeah,. I know you did nothing of the sort. My heroine did it because she was an evil bitch." I was beginning to enjoy this."You also said that I aborted twice because I did not go through childbirth and lose my figure." She did read the book through, I guess."Did you?" I asked raising my eyebrow."Of course I did not." She countered."That is correct. In fact my heroine also had her tubes tied before marrying again. That cannot be true for you, knowing that the two of you have been trying to make a baby. ”Eric laughed. “Believe me, they wanted to shut me down. They started threatening me. Luckily, I had other ideas.”“Do you actually have a list of crimes the Congressmen committed?”“Don’t worry, I placed it in a sealed envelope, which is locked in the vault of my unidentified lawyer. Even if they succeed the next time, those responsible will pay for their actions. But there was so much detail I couldn’t hope to remember it all without jotting it down.”John was about to say something when Eric’s.