I don’t want to leave Alex, but Miranda has this way of making me do things I don’t want to do. Fuck. I took a deep breath and stepped out of the ...ar.I knocked twice, and the door swung open. She made me dress up, but Miranda was in jeans and a t-shirt. Scratch that, form-fitting leggings (my favorite) and a tank top doing everything in its power to keep her breasts in place. She wasn’t wearing a bra, that much I could tell. I was a few feet away and her perfume was already doing something to. .." I have an overprotective dad," she admitted, puckering her lip. "I almost always went to the movies with a group of girlfriends. No boys." Her tone conveyed how often she must have heard those words."Must have been hell to go on dates."Tina nodded. "I had to bring my little brother along." A chaperone? You're kidding."Tina shook her head."We're good conservative Catholics, or at least Dad is. He believed that if it was good enough for his generation, it was good enough for mine." Must have. I sat with my heart racing, and felt I should make a face-saving retreat out the door as soon as she returned to the room. It was then I heard her say, "Trev...can you come here?" I walked down the spacious hallway past three bedrooms, and asked where she was. "In here...in my room...sorry, didn't mean to leave you alone out there," she laughed. I entered her room, ans she was sitting on the end of her bed. "Please take your clothes off for me, won't you?", she asked. I was stunned, and my. Right now, all I could see in his eyes was pity for one tired looking bitch with a black eye from an inmate who was not a fan and a sad face feeling all sorry for myself."Well, Miss Madigan, we have researched your tip on our hotline and despite our initial thought it was self-serving speculation, our organization had reason to believe that you have been wrongfully incarcerated and that the real culprit is still working for the firm. In fact, we have bugged his house, his car, and even his.