" I suggested."My mom sent me down to get it," he said."Did she give you money, or tell you to steel it?" I asked."She gave me the money. I planned to...keep the money," he said."Oh course you did," I said in agreement. "So what did you want the money for?" Just for sodas, that kind of thing," he said."Kid you commit a crime to get money, then want to tell me it's for soft drinks, I know I am a blond, but I ain't buying that one. Kid you are going to the station and your mom is going to have to. He cringed away, disgusted with himself."But perhaps it is a diversion, yes?? Perhaps you are not as stupid as you look.? Perhaps I will remove ten grams of uncut cocaine from your lower intestine.? Ass up, head down."? Shakily, Jarred did as he was told.The officer's fingers were thick and impatient.? The first felt like a claw, the second felt like burning.? But it was not until the fourth that Jarred began to cry."So tight," the officer whispered, "please, don't be sad.? I am professional,. "My cameraman isn't here yet."Ann moved to an empty seat and called someone on her cell phone. She spoke briefly and then she called me over to sit beside her. The problem with that silly slip was that no matter how carefully I sat, just about anyone that's not directly in back of me can see up my skirt. I was soon made aware that bikers are not the most discreet or the most tactful people in the world. I started hearing loud comments about my pussy and my tits. One large, hairy, very ugly man. This was a business lunch. Gabriella forced a pleasant smile she did not feel. She asked very polite question about his life after football; questions about his family and many other nonsensical topics.After they were done eating, Joe folded his napkin and slanted his conversation to business. Marcus you know I have been meeting you and going over your portfolio for a long time. You know that I want your business very much. What will it take to get your business?Marcus pulled out his cell phone.