At least that put my still active conscience to rest on one score.The other was my increasingly unambiguous feelings towards this charismatic, frighte...ingly competent being who had once been my best friend. She was an enemy, and a very successful one, yet I found myself liking her more and more as we talked during our inactive waking periods. True, my present position could be laid at her delicate feet, thanks to her masterful defense/ambush at Kirkus IV, but I could no longer blame her for. He was going bald, and had a mustache. He was a well-known Detroit psychologist. You could hear him every day from 1-3PM on one of the city’s popular AM talk radio stations.He first introduced us to Bridget, his wife. She was fifty years old and had short black hair. She was 5’8 and weighed around 148lbs. She sported a 40D-33-37 figure and spoke with a raspy voice. She was an interior designer. According to her she had a knack of making any home fabulous.The next person I met was his son Tommy.. Priya and Shaker had been friends since college, and although everyone thought they would eventually end up together, Priya and Shaker always saw each other almost as best friends and nothing more.They shared everything about their lives to each other and were each others’ confidantes. He sounded hurt and was rambling. Shaker was having relationship problems with his girlfriend and had been trying to break-up with her for a while and finally he had caught her cheating. He was confused because. Not to mention that tomorrow was a whole day away. Who thinks about their clothes that far ahead?"Ahh, I haven't thought much about it." I suppose you'd wait until you were about to get dressed in them?" That's the usual process, yes." Haha..."#1: " ... so it'd be better that I don't look rich, because that'd make me stand out. Vegas is hot, so cool clothes would be good." Won't you be inside the casino nearly all the time?" We've got some things to do around town first. Open up a bank account.