Tiff just nodded.“Have they already hurt you? On any occasion in the past?”“No, nothing like that,” Tiff sounded empty, hurt, unsure, lost, vu...nerable.“Well, Tiff, at sixteen you can leave home. If you were fifteen, it’d be go home or go into care.”The last word, ‘care’, sounded like the worst word in the world.The other policeman, who’d been watching Charlie and me as much as he’d been watching Tiff, stepped back. “I’ll radio in,” he said softly, and then he turned and walked quietly down the. " Go right ahead, Patty. I'll just put in MY report that this little operation saved us an hour of downtime for the low, low cost of a $50 component."She glared at him."But enough pillow talk." he continued, "What's on your mind this time, Patty?" It's this purchase order for 15 kilograms of platinum." Yeah, what about it?" Mr Kline, do you have any idea how much platinum costs?" Sure I do! Why do you think I only ordered 15 kilos?"This was why he was so infuriating! "And you need this. Boy could she play. And sing too. She didn’t have any notes or anything in front of her. She just played and sung. It was really really good. Her voice was so perfect; slightly deep and husky and very very sexy and perfect for belting out power ballads and giving me goose bumps all over.She then moved on to a string of motown classics. I recognised them all, even if I couldn’t name them. When she played and sung Stevie Wonder songs she made them her own. It was magical. She has a gift.It was. Horror because, despite the many times she’d read about pirates ravishing innocent young ladies, none of them had prepared her for its size.As for the knight, his eyes rolled wildly as he fought the urge to defile and possible deflower the wanton young woman. Breathing hard, he gnashed his teeth together several times while repeating his oath (for all knight’s take an oath to be morally upstanding which most certainly includes not ravishing half naked blonde girls no matter how they smelled).