Charles noticed that there was a doorbell ring by her door. He thought it was weird.She opened it and let them in.Ivy's bedroom was four times as larg... as Charles's. Now he knew why she had a doorbell. Her bedroom was as large as a seminar room. He followed her all over the bedroom.There was a giant king-sized bed in the middle of the bedroom. He saw a large desk with a PC on top of it. He saw rows of shelves, as if she had her own personal library room, within her bedroom. On one corner of her. We met for coffee. We discussed Diane's penchant for exhibitionism. and then my own. He was aware that Diane had set me up, as a birthday gift, for me to be naked with some of her girlfriends, and then in mixed company. I admitted that, as much as I got off being naked and vulnerable in female company, the pleasure compounded when I had a mixed audience, and my submissiveness even more obvious. "What about an all-male audience?" Jim posed the question mischievously, but fully expecting a. She was probably playing along hoping to get him to let himself relax, to slip up or slow down. She must have known that he had only a limited time, and that she could be saved if she held out. She was just trying to survive…Standing up, Jason knew he was in too deep. He would either remake his sister, or he would go to jail.Heading to his computer, Jason spent about an hour working on the recording he had taken of his sister, dropping the pitch of the phrases, he hid them into some relaxing. They couldn't care less about MacGovern. That's the problem."Drew glanced at the Chief's face to see how he took the news that Drew had already make enquires with the Spanish authorities. That could be considered going just a little too far without having been given authority. He relaxed when he saw the glimmer of a smile play over the Chief's lips. Graham admired officers who showed initiative - but only if they delivered results. If the ends didn't justify the means, then Drew knew Graham.