It was strange, I would say, that she had given me that note. Definitely shocked me. I remember reading her pretty cursive writing; Meet me tomorrow i... the girls bathroom at exactly 10:30, I'll be wearing a pair of black heels. Don't be scared. I promise, you won't regret a thing. I looked at that note at least seventy times, wondering what the hell she was talking about. Don't be scared? Did I have something to be scared of? What won't I regret? Why did she want to meet me, of all people? The. . although that's not bad... it's more about where it comes from and the fact that I've created the excitement that made it squirt into my mouth." Then she added with a laugh, "Or squirt on my face." Then she paused for a second and looked into her son's eyes. "With you, it's even more special. You're my son and it's like... like... oh, I don't know... it's like I gave you life and you're giving it back to me in the form of your sperm. Does that make any sense?" I think so," Chris answered. He. He stole from the railroad." The man had as much awe in his voice as if Halverson had been accused of robbing widows and nuns."Gimme," Harley said and took the papers from the man. The first one stated Halverson had been fired. The next one was a threat to have the man arrested if he didn't return the money he and his two accomplices stole, a matter of seven thousand dollars. The next one was from someone named Lyle Bedecker who said he washed his hands of Halverson completely, that he was on. I’m going to buy some new panties. Maybe I’ll see you there.” “Great, you can model them for me.” “OK!” she said softly.Linda called again an hour later. I had finished the small office and was taking pictures of the dealership. Photos along with notes would let me finish my report at my office. “Where are you?” she asked. “I’m at the car dealership. Are you done shopping? Meet me at the admin entrance.” She walked up to the entrance and in the bright sunlight I could see she had changed from.