" The bedside lamp is turned off and there are deep sighs and sounds of kissing and an occasional groan. Once even a giggle and a soft voice. "Mmm, oh...h yes lover right there, just go slow. It's a good thing we put the towel under us. That was nice babe. Good night. Sleep tight and don't let the bed bugs bite." A sudden groan comes from a sharp pinch on a big butt. "Ow, damn girl did anyone ever tell you your a crazy lady? " Another giggle and a sleepy voice says quietly, "No not lately hun,. But if you do remember anything...”“I’ll call you right away.”We shook hands and I showed them out, then went up to Elyse’s office. I shut the door behind me.“Before you ask, I signed a document that forbids me from talking about anything I just heard or anything I just said. And the penalty for violating that agreement is ten years in federal prison.”“Shit,” Elyse sighed. “Does this increase the risk?”I shook my head, “No. If it does, I WILL tell you that, I promise.”“And this isn’t about you. His landlady, Mrs. G. knew that look and understood his mood better than most. She was most enamored of the professor and schemed to get him between her legs on an almost daily basis. Lately, she had been relying on keeping his attention by allowing him to supposedly tutor her daughter Dolly on the complex nature of French humor. The young girl was flattered by the attention and she flirted outrageously with the middle-aged man but Mrs. G. didn't care as long as the professor was still sitting. Lead, wingman, it’s all pilot talk.’ ‘I’m Vanessa, she’s Brandi,’ Vanessa added. Vanessa and I got up and walked over to their table. Our new friend, Devon introduced his friend who stood up as we approached. ‘Brandi, Vanessa, this is my wingman Gator. Gator say hello to Brandi and Vanessa,’ Devon said. ‘Hello ladies, nice to meet you. Have a seat,’ Gator said as he held out a chair for Vanessa. Devon pulled out a chair for me. We all sat down and Devon ordered another round of drinks. We.