“Anne Marie Burbonnet.”“Yes, sir,” the woman Calix had nicknamed ‘Mouse’ – though ‘Rat’ might be far more appropriate – called imm...diately. It was obvious she had been paying at least passing attention. “Three more dependents from my second concubine, Janice May Simmons.”“Right,” Dworkin responded, staring off into space for a moment. Calix wasn’t certain but he thought he saw the lieutenant’s Adam’s apple bob. “Bring Janice Burbonnet forward. We’re gathering location data for her two daughters. Oh, or are you still under age?” inquired Kristal.“I’d like some” said Lauren, hopefully answering all her questions as a dull pop came from the kitchen.She emerged with a small tray, a bottle and two tall fluted glasses and placed them on the coffee table. Kristal poured the champagne and clinked her glass against Lauren’s.“Here’s to us girls!” she said by way of a toast.“Here here. Mmm. Oh, it’s gone up my nose, it’s so fizzy” giggled Lauren, holding her hand against her nose as though she. By the time they left to go home they were the last two at the party and John gallantly walked her to her car ... then he kissed her goodnight. It wasn't a sexual kiss, just a gently peck on her forehead and a friendly 'drive safe' and he was gone.Sarah was amazed at what she felt for her boss. Love? No, not exactly it was something else, maybe a father complex ... who knew, but something was there and she realized as she lay in bed that night if John was thirty years younger and single he. " Geoff grinned, "I'm afraid it is quite ruined." Oh," she responded, "I see, oh well they're only an old pair of tights."Trish looked down at the run that had appeared in her tights, why, he wasn't sure, but Geoff gained the impression that the young woman was unhappy about something other than ruined hosiery; he fell back on what had always cheered Clara up."Old pair or not my dear," Geoff smiled, "I feel somewhat responsible, therefore, come along with me and we will replace the damaged.