" You dressed like that to keep your word, why?"Mick said, "It is simple for I keep my word. It means I am dependable.To me doing something as trivial...as wearing this outfit goes a long wayin people having faith in your word."Right then Torri's eyes saw what Mick saw between them. He was the onefor her, she was such a fool not to see it earlier. He made her a betterperson, and helped her gain faith in herself. He supported her in tryingout for the cheerleader squad. Yeah she changed and looked. " Evidently I wasn't demonstrating enough angst or hurt or whatever; she actually looked perplexed. "Mikey? What's going on?" she said. "I know you. You're acting way too unconcerned. Something's going on. What is it?" "Evidently what's going on is you fucking Roger Claibourne my used to be good buddy," I said. Now, she was beginning to looked pissed. "Mikey, I don't know what you've got going on, but I hope you're not planning on doing anything rash," she said. I smiled. That really set her. You little slut. I smile press into your prostate to make you yell. "I think you're ready now." I whisper and turn you so you're laying between my legs, resting against my body. I throw a condom at the guy and say "Put it on and fuck her."The man, who was jerking off the whole time, didn't argue one bit. He rolled the condom down his thick shaft as I pulled up your legs, my hands under your knees. He gets between your legs and pulls off his shirt. Wow! You and I are both surprised by how sexy. I did try to nail the bastard myself this morning, but he kinda runs fast. Anyway, I've already fixed it so that he's the one we're all looking for in connection with Sinclair's death..." NO NAMES! I told you, no names." Okay, okay, I get the message. Anyway, the jogger's going down for murder one when we catch him and I'll let you know when we do." Do that; for once try to finish the job without fucking up."Osvaldo Jerez-Gonzalez replaced the handset on the phone and leant back in his leather.