”He paused. “You don’t look under-endowed.”“Un-endowed,” she corrected. “I wear silicone breast replacements inside my bras.”Another p...use. “You seriously don’t have breasts?”“How many times must I tell you that, Matt?” She laughed softly.Matt laughed in response. “This is the strangest ask-for-a-date conversation I’ve ever had. Can we FaceTime?”“You want to see my lack of boobs firsthand?”“I wouldn’t ask you to do that, Alessa.”“That’s good, because I wasn’t offering to. At least, I don’t. The rest of the night became a blur from that point on. In the morning I awoke, the filling in an Oreo cookie. Maggie on one side snuggled up to my chest and Kristen likewise on the other side. They were holding hands across me. It was quiet for a few minutes and I thought briefly that there would be no better way to die, and then they started to wake up, smiling and saying good mornings. We got up and got showered and the two of them talked about how Maggie came to be here and as a. And she was learning from him, learning a lot. She could understand his wanting to go through an apartment himself instead of seeing second hand through crime scene photos. Why would getting personal property after it had been covered in print powder, lasered, and pawed through by God knows how many other people be better than seeing it firsthand? Her father always said that a good cop knew his people, his area, and knew what was right and wrong. How was it wrong to want to know the victim of a. .. but still wanting to hear.“Well, I must have been giving off some sort of signal, or, maybe I had been enjoying going commando too much, because he started sniffing, and, well, the next thing I knew he was under my skirt, licking me like there was no tomorrow!” She paused, waiting, this really was the heart of the problem, her shame, her embarrassment. She’d let a dog touch her. Inappropriately.Cyndi looked at her friend, sitting there, flushed with the retelling and tried to smile.