She set the Coke down on the ground, and unfolded the chair. As she sat down, she said, “Okay. What’s the story?” “What’s the grocery noteb...ok for?” asked George. “Well, if I’m gonna be your manager, I need to take notes, “ she told him. “Manager? Since when do I need a manager? And to manage what?” asked George. “Whoa! Whoa! Isolde, you’re getting way ahead of things,” interjected Bob. Then he said, “Do you have an extra chair for the old guy?” “Be right back,” Isolde said. And she went. After I had to two files safely locked away I shut down the computer.My next move had to be tracking down Gray. It usually wasn’t difficult, but that morning all my calls went to voice mail. I left the message that meant call me on the burner. Since It didn’t happen before noon, Thia showed up before I got the return call.“I made a pot of pasta with red sauce, as you call it. The only spice is a small amount of salt. Don’t even think of sneaking shit into it. I have two meals worth in plastic. As she slides her hand between the part in her coat and presses her fingers just below the waistline of her skirt, she breathes deeply, inhaling the traces of his musk she had captured in her nostrils with every opportunity she seized to stay near him, to invade his space.Lianna shifts in her seat and her brow pinches sourly as restlessness and discomfort seethe within her. She feels the restrictiveness of her damp clothing, the hardness of the dirty seat beneath her, the cramped confines of. Underneath the white dress and the Denver education, there was nothing but the unrelenting, moist grasp of the bitch onto her every cell. Her nipples ached, pressed against the lacey bars of their plastic prison. A single drop of her wet had dripped all the way down to her knee...She admired the man, for trying to keep up appearances. He opened the rusty door of the elevator with a kind of reverence that she decided she had to destroy. Respect would not do.In the rattling cage that brought them.