Rooney?”My tone came out as a growl. I didn’t apologize. It reflected my mood perfectly.She laughed, I think. She opened her mouth and made a soft...sound that made me think of laughter but I couldn’t be sure. I had never heard her laugh before today. She may have coughed for all I knew. “I’m sorry,” she softly said. “I just never thought you would willingly talk to me.” Now that we were both in the heated quiet of her car, her voice came out in a haunting, breathy tone, as if she could barely. ”“Sorry. I was being flip. But yes. Believe it or not there are women who have no interest in me. And that includes women I would like to be with.”“Do you feel that her having sex with you obligates you to hire her?”“No way,” I said. “And Dave would make the final decision. I’d only exercise a veto. I’ll have Jeri submit her name and résumé.”“Do you think SHE felt sleeping with you was a quid pro quo?”“No. I talked her half to death first. You know my way. And I got NO indication of anything. I've lived by my own code most of my life. The only time I had to conform was my time in the military. Where there are no places for individuals.In the Army there is the right way, the wrong way and the Army way. We knew the difference between right and wrong, or at least I hope we did. Everybody may have different versions of right and wrong, but we know the truthMurder is wrong. "Period". I knew it was wrong but at the time and according to my attorney, I was legally insane. I didn't realize. "Stand up," commanded the Sergeant. "Carver, check that his testicles are ready for hanging."Carver walked up to me, her face a few millimetres away from mine, I could feel her peppermint breath on my face. She gave the slightest of smiles and I felt her hand, quite gently, run up my thigh and then gently cup each sore ball in turn. She gave each a slight squeeze without taking her eyes off my face. "Oh yes," she said, so quietly I thought she was talking to me, "They'll do very nicely."She.