.. the second thing he did was notice E'veen's stance and a suspicious bulge ... barely noticeable under her jacket.In his mind, he said, 'she's a sho...ter ... and she's good at it. She stands ready ... like an FBI or Secret Service special agent ... they don't hire women. She's had training.'"What are you looking for?" he asked. "Something like you're carrying?" Mr. Edwards ... you don't have anything like what I have." Are you sure?" Absolutely." Show me."E'veen carefully raised her jacket,. After we parted ways I dated a few guys on and off and bedded a couple of them, but it was never anything serious. I didn't need a man to support me financially, and I guess I had grown accustomed to the freedom that being single offers. But about a year ago I started to frequent a couple of the on-line "matchmaking" sites. This was partly on a whim and partly inspired by my one of my girlfriends who was a regular on one of them. She had met some people on there that she had become good friends. That is if he has anything to say.”“We should know pretty soon,” Joan said. “It’s three o’clock.”My phone rang. “Gray you need to pick up the Commissioner on the way into town. It’s for his own protection right now. Remember how our last investigation ended?” I asked.“Yeah, but this isn’t the Russian mafia,” Gray said.“Gray we are learning as we go here,” I said. “Just take him into custody for questioning. You guys do that slight of hand thing all the time.”“Yeah, but it’s our idea. We have. . Sorry! I lost my footing,” he mumbled. He clambered to his feet and then realised with acute embarrassment that his rampant cock was pointing straight up with excitement. He tried to cover himself but got the strap of his binoculars caught on his cock. Covered in confusion he was amazed to hear giggles of amusement from the woman.“Calm down, man! Take your time. You were obviously enjoying our little session! You look like a professional voyeur, binoculars and all.”“Actually,” he said, “I’m a.