” “Besides,” you grump, “it’s not even MY birthday. Mine’s not ‘til Wednesday. This is YOUR birthday.” “Hey, it’s just the most co...venient weekend. I can’t help it that you were born on an inconvenient day.” Still grumbling about having to go to a party, you get dressed. I shower and shave and put on my jeans and loose-fitting paisley shirt with the flowing sleeves. You come out of your room in the shortest microskirt I’ve ever seen and boots. I feel a momentary twinge, but I can’t decide. Maybe he was a little more shook up than he thought. Normally, he would have anticipated that.“Peter Moore?”“Yes, Officer Fitzpatrick.”“We need you to come to the station.”“I’d really rather not go there. I’ll be a target coming out of it.”“Why do you say that?”“I’m sure he has backup. Anyone who goes to the trouble of putting a bomb in someone’s car isn’t going to just assume that it’s going to work. I’m sure there’s a backup plan.”“I’m going to have to insist.”“Officer Fitzpatrick. My. I sprinkled kisses along her jawbone and across her ear as my hand caressed her face. She moaned softly as I continued kissing her neck and ran my hand across her shoulder and chest to cup and then gently squeeze her breast. ‘If this is punishment, I’m going to be bad more often’, she sighed. ‘No, I had forgotten about that, I’m glad you reminded me’, I replied and then told her to get in the back seat and get across my knee. Her mischevious little giggle as she hopped out of the truck made me. " Linda was practically glaring at Gwen. Gwen, for her part, noticed the venom in her voice and the anger in her gaze, and she was squirming uncomfortably.Michelle noticed the accusatory look. "Look, Linda, you get someone new and you tell her to tighten the downhaul without telling her which line is the downhaul, and what do you expect?" Gwen caught the slight rebuff Michelle gave Linda. She was pretty sure the others had noticed, as well. She also noticed how Michelle had referred to.