?? He put a hand on my chest andwouldn?t let me pass.?? ?She?s up thereso take your time.?? We need totalk.??? We were in a side room, maybe aroom for...interviewing suspects.?? ?It?sbeen a year and she?s been through a lot.???I nodded and looked at the door.?Ellison ignored that.?? ?You gotto give her some room.?? She did what shehad to do.? Give the girl somecredit.?? She got back.?? You know that she?s changed.?? He looked at me, made me look back athim.? I had nothing to say and Ellisonkept. That wasturning me on more by the minute, but I still couldn't do it. I told himI would need to pass.He said alright, that was my choice and as arranged, prepared to drive mehome. I said thank you to Maria and looked for my clothes. Maria, tryingto be helpful had taken the liberty of already putting them in Paul'scar. It was already dark, so emboldened by the wine and the fact that theparking lot was empty, I opted to wear the dress home. We hadn't driveneven one minute when he mentioned that. And even from a distance away, her skirt was up high enough to show, even from this distance, the dark look of her pussy under it. A salesman came near so I took a soft chair and ignored him. The display of my wife continued and she finally finished her salad. Again when she thought no one could see, her hand dropped into the crevice of her legs and she seemed to stare directly at the old man while her hand moved stealthily. I guessed him to be in his seventies and still thought of him as. You left it all behind, didn't you? With nothing more than a note toyour wife. Your kids. Is this what you really call following yourdreams? Being the real you?"The officer paused as the bizarrely dressed man's sobs grew into howlsof agony. Tears flowed down the man's flamboyantly tattooed face todrip onto the cold tile floor."Be smart, Mr. Hamton. We can help you. They'll put you away for twentyyears, minimum, with this kind of possession and intent to sell. That'sfederal sentencing standards,.