How could she lie to this man she loved so much?She had told Dave most of what had happened. The basic story was accurate, as far as it went. She hadn...t mentioned the gradual increase in the flirting at the office since starting in LA, the hugs, the tender small touches that had come to be important to Carol, touches that had made her tingle. It had thrilled her to get so much attention from someone she admired and enjoyed as much as she did Tony. She had convinced herself it was just innocent. They knew that people would drink beer and whiskey even if it were illegal. Prior to this time, hoodlums were independently conducting illegal activities without a central focus. This was to come to an end with the organization of the rag tail mobs. These men would use the profits from the sale of illegal alcohol to build one of the most powerful and feared crime syndicates to date. In Chicago, Big Al ran the show. In New York, Lucky Luciano would become the architect of the modern crime. Now he's here nearly every day with me. Sick feeling in my stomach that we'll get caught out. J gave him a hug and told him she was sad about E. Everyone else followed her lead and made him tearful - but at least it covered my confusion.Another session with Vera. Phoned Dr LeBrun to confirm things. Found out that there's a meeting on Fri p.m. Who's doing the agenda? Me?Library all afternoon. Thank goodness I can concentrate again. Pleased with what I've done so far on this essay. Hope R will. "What a whore," Natasha whispered to me, rolling her eyes. My stomach fluttered. She was the reason. She was the reason Brielle Norton failed to flirt with me successfully so many times. Natasha. Natasha was pretty, with dark brown hair and pale blue eyes that twinkled when she laughed. She wasn't Brielle-hot but she was a much softer kind of hot. I had went out on one date with her and when I had asked to have sex with her, she blatantly rejected the offer. Natasha was sweet, smart and funny.