I sat down in my chair and looked at Molly. "Molly, what you need is a spanking. You come around talking dirty and making suggestions. I notice you do...'t talk that way to the man who loves you." What do you mean? Who loves me?" Ted loves you. You said on the phone he comes over and banks your fires, but you have never said a thing out of line to him have you? You want me to think you are still a fifteen year old prostitute, but it is all an act. Shelly noticed it and you are so obvious. If you. The box had been mostly filled with books and journals, but at the bottom of the box had been a photo album. The photo album was filled with pictures of Phoenix, and under each picture was a caption. The pictures started at age eight, and continued to a few months before the accident. Phoenix had curled up into a ball and refused to let anyone touch her. She had finally cried herself to sleep, and now Dillon was at a loss as to what to do. He knew that Phoenix needed to be here, needed to heal.. The only thing was, she stopped at my desk. My heart stopped. I thought she saw me checking her out. She looked at me with a sly smile then kept going. I didn’t know what to do, I thought she was going to say something to my boss. I was freaking out. Next thing I know she’s walking out of her husbands office right towards me. Instead of saying anything to me she walks right on by, but throws a small piece of paper on my desk. I didn’t open it immediately but curiosity soon got the better of me.. "Harry," she said with a bright grin, "I've been looking all over for you."Charlie was wearing a bright orange miniskirt that stopped scandalously short of mid-thigh. Her top was of a rib-knit material with white and navy stripes. It clung provocatively around her breasts. She had on white, calf-length boots, plus hoop earrings and bracelets that matched the blue in her blouse. Not only was she dressed radically different from their previous meeting, but now her blonde hair was nearly waist.