Actually since it was to be a long journey, we had a driver and all three of us were sitting on the backseat. I was near the window, wife in the middl... and mom on the other side. It was rather cool and after we left the city the road was less crowded. The car was air-conditioned and the windows were closed. I was relaxed. Mom had dozed off and I put my hand around my wife. She smiled and I started rubbing her breasts from over her dress. She was very hesitant initially because mom was just on. A few rings, and a rugged voice appeared at the other end. ‘Jack? I’m so sorry, but I’m going to be a little late.’ I said reluctantly. ‘You’re already a lot late, Samantha. Hurry your ass here, now. We have a lot of customers coming in and we’re short on staff, You aren’t here, and Frankie called off.’ Jack stated, a tone of anger in his voice. He’s my manager, and for the most part he’s an alright guy, except when he gets mad. None of us employees like him all too much then. But he’s usually. Then we went through the Harrisburg report. The reason being the first few pages continued the little white lie with a time line with more redacted black ink than visible white paper.There were dates for the calls to the tip line; the interview session was all blacked out. The placement of the FBI ladies in the establishment and fake reports from those ladies - right up to the last day - were blacked out as well. Everywhere there should have been a name, place or other information that could. Also her husband John who at first didn’t deny anything had now taken the same approach as his daughter, since she wasn’t admitting to anything. Ellen still had a plan however, she had scheduled a trip to a gynecologist to see if Jackie was still a virgin, that they would be going tomorrow. After the call my wife was apparently livid and continued to fume that this problem was because her sister was treating her husband like a piece of luggage. That she was always suspicious of John because.