” She knocked the rest of her martini down and poured some more. “Marriage is myth. Love, honor, and obey. Ha.” She said with venom. I realized ...he’d been drinking martinis, or something for a while. “I’ve been a perfect wife for that bastard for three years and how does he reward me? By having affair after affair.” I was a little surprised by that, but I was starting to get the picture. She was probably twenty-five or so and I could imagine he was in his late forties. I saw it all the time at. "Let me have your ID number to verify your identities before I agree to anything," I said. The man read off six digits quickly. I asked him to repeat them while I copied them down and then I asked for the numbers of his compatriots.One call to the local FBI field office verified their identities. Unfortunately."You want me to follow you or do I ride with you?" I asked."Your choice," he said.I asked if he would give me a ride back if I rode with him."Probably not," he said and he sort of. Everyone continued to read into the case. There was an underage sex trafficking scam going on and TJ was once again going under cover. After the long day TJ went back to his one bedroom apartment. He kept it very nice for a bachelor. He opened his fridge and grabbed a bottle of water. He worked out for over an hour before showering and then standing in his bathroom starring into the mirror. He wore tight black boxer briefs; he starred at his moist, tan, tightly built, and now smooth body.. They pulled me uprightand I glared at Mr. Hatchingsworth with all my anger. I saw his amusedsmile fade from his face. The escort gasped as he let go of my arm. Ijerked my other arm twice before Mr. Gavin let me go."How can this be?" the escort asked."This is impossible. You can't be female. Unless those investigatorslied to me? There was no way to get the surgeries needed in time." Mr.Gavin protested."I am Sara Rae Hawke. You have violated me and stripped me down in asick excuse to call.