He pulls my hands from behind my back and raised them over my head. With his other free hand he grabs my waist and begins sliding it up to my breast. ...oughly he grabs it, pinching the soft mound in his hand. Letting go of my hands from above, I grabbed his head behind his neck to press him closer to me. Breathing heavy through his nose he pulled away and looked his blue eyes into mine. Returning to my mouth he traveled down my neck to the top of my bust. I felt the tickle of his goatee on my. "Do you want to wear girl's clothes, Mike?" Mom asked.Mike's eyes lit up as he nodded, "Yes, I'd really really like to." OK, Mike, then I think we need to set up a meeting with a counselor inorder to decide what is best for you and for the whole family," Dadconcluded. "In any case it's time for you to leave for school."Mike got his knapsack with his books and left to meet Tammy and Diane.When he got to Diane's house Tammy was already there and they said, "Hi,how are you?"Mike filled them in on. Once Spencer reaches the top of the stairs the officer holds up his hand. “I need to see some identification,” he says with a commanding tone.“Seems like a lot of security,” Spencer remarks as he hands over his identification to the man.“It is, but with highly place people being killed its necessary,” the man answers gruffly. He hands back the identification then says, “I presume you’re looking for Detective Veris.”“How did you know?”“She’s the lead investigator on these cases,” the man. .. fffifty-fifty.”«Got her! Forgive me, Ms. Royal. This is for your own good.»“Then perhaps you can explain reports from our sources that show nine staggeringly large deposits, ranging in size from fifty million to one hundred million dollars, all to numbered accounts around the world, all traceable to Mr. Beg, but no such deposits traceable to yourself. It doesn’t seem, Cynthia, as if you are making any money out of this at all.”A pause. A long one. Finally, Cynthia answered, “Maybe ... maybe.