’ ‘Good thing I’m not their boss.’ I said. ‘Heads would roll.’ We were watching Martha the Medical Examiner and the Crime Lab at work. The...dead man was tall and large. He’d once been very muscular and powerful, but was now getting a bit of fat here and there. His skin was not dark enough to make him Hispanic or Black, but was more of an Italian ‘olive-skin’ color. His hair was black and wavy, and oily. He had a thin mustache and beard, somewhat reminiscent of the now-dead ‘Skinny Beard’. His. He felt a moment of pride at being able to wine and dine the sexiest girl in school. It was rather a relief actually, not having to worry how to persuade her to go out with him. All she required of him was a "yes". When he picked her up, he discovered that she challenged the conventions of fashion as well. He got to her house early and after waiting nervously on the porch for several minutes, he rang the bell precisely at seven o'clock. She opened the door within seconds, and breezed right. “That was just an appetizer!” Lori answered with a naughty gleam in her eyes. “Let’s go out on the deck so we can play in the hot tub!”Without waiting for an answer, Lori took Lexie by the hand and led her outside to the deck. They slipped quietly into the steamy water and then slipped their tongues into each other’s mouths. They were so busy kissing and rubbing their bodies against each other, they never even noticed that Lori’s neighbor, Tracie, was walking up the beach toward the house. . The Federal Bureau of Investigation, I was told, was by law required to investigate all cases of terrorism on American soil. The Secret Service responded that, by law, they were required to investigate all threats and attacks on the President. I listened to them wrangle for a couple of minutes and then reached into my desk and pulled out a steel whistle I kept there. Charlie had given it to me as a gag gift to sort out the twins’ arguing. When I became the Whip, I took it to the office, and.