Either way I was not interested in looking further into that and went about my day as usual.A few days later I received a call from a distressed woman...from Trumond who introduced herself as Cassandra Dean. Ms. Dean claimed to experience a seemingly sudden and noticeable changes in her personality, behavior etc over the past few days, which she believed to be a sign of potential danger to her mental health, but she was clueless as to what exactly was happening to her, or could have caused it.. Why? What’s going on?’ ‘Miss Savoy, we want you to come down to the station and answer some questions. You’re not under arrest right now but we do need to ask you a few questions. Everything will be explained to you later.’ We had another unit dispatched to the scene to take Chantill away. We wanted to make sure she would be safe. We were quite sure she wasn’t involved in the arms transfer. The phone rang and I answered it. The voice at the other end demanded, ‘Who is this? I want to speak to. I went back upstairs to the bar and ordered another drink. There were still some thirty guys in the bar area. Some were standing alone, some were in groups of two or three. Listening to the language they spoke most of them were Hungarians. But I also heard some English and German being spoken. I sat down at the bar and scanned the crowd. A few of the men gave me smiles which I returned. With men I am much more reluctant to make the first move then when I am chasing women. I have no idea why. He couldn't remember. He couldn't even remember the last time his wife had kissed him, passionately or otherwise. Had she ever actually kissed him? Maybe while they dated she had kissed him, maybe not. All the kisses were definitely initiated by him. Shit. Why had he thought about that right this moment? Chris watched the couple disappear down the sidewalk and around the corner. He wondered what else was out there and if the grass really was greener on the other side. Another woman, a.