Yeah. Max. Oliver swung open the door, ‘Damn it, dickhead, I told you-‘ But it wasn’t Max the Douchey Dickhead. No, it was a short girl with nec...-length, blondish-brown hair. And she was standing there, looking kind of nervous. So he stood there, looking kind of regretful. ‘Do I-‘ -know you? Yeah. He remembered her. A girl he once was really good friends with from the time he was about seven until the time he left for college, ‘Oh.’ ‘Yeah. It’s me. April. I’m sort of surprised you remember me,’. I find it hard to come down too hard on my own race. Not for real criminals. I bust them regardless of skin color. Mickey Mouse shit I can let slide regardless of color. They wanted me to work vice but I wasn't any good at it. Prostitution in most cases is a victimless crime. I'm not talking about forced prostitution or pimps using kids. That's too rank even for a softy like me. I resented being an undercover man to catch working whores. When the brass realized I was making sure the ladies saw. I reached out and cupped them in my hands. She leaned in and I ran my thumbs over the nipples, causing her to shiver. I pulled her in and captured one little nub between my lips. It grew rock hard and she groaned and shuddered as I sucked it in. She collapsed against my chest and she was all over me. I wrapped her up and ran my hands down to pink lacy panties. I cupped her cheeks, marveling at the feel under my fingers. She hunched closer as I pulled on her butt, letting her rub against my. They found a small but beautiful apartment in a luxury tower with a partial view of the city's major league baseball stadium. Chris certainly couldn't afford to pay half of the rent. You're not a naturally jealous person, but you do occasionally find your mind wandering to how much better your own life would be if you suddenly met a good-looking local celebrity who would whisk you up into a nice apartment with no financial worries.You actually think that might be Chris and Jeff's plan. You met.