Their jackets did not match but their colors - purple and black scarves - did. One had a patch that said he was the “El PreZidentE” (it actually s...id that). They all had another patch with a really stupid logo and a name: The New LA Purple Gang. I was born in Detroit so that teed me off from the start.Still, I did not start the group pistol-whipping that their patches begged for, this was a friendly meeting, for the kids.But some folks were just begging for that beat down.It seemed the gang was. He said he would, and that he'd await a call from me confirming the time and date."So now it's up to you, Errol. Are you willing to be deposed, with the probable outcome that this whole thing will be put to rest?" Is that what you recommend?" It is."He considered the choices. "And there's no way he can come here, change his mind and haul me back to Ohio to stand trial?" No, that can't happen. If he wanted you back in Ohio, he'd have to have you arrested by local authorities and held for. It was 8:30 sharp when Carter arrived at Alex's house. Waiting for him, Alex greeted Carter at the door. “Come on in Carter,” he beamed. They walked together into the living room. “Dude, you're looking fine!” Alex said, running his greedy eyes over his body. Carter smiled and said, “whoa, but look at you! I knew that another year would buff you up, but not this sweet.”Alex walked up to Carter and draped his arms over his shoulders. “You've missed me, haven't you?” he asked. “Well, I've. Later I heard them in the bedroom and I had no doubt my clothes had excited them both. It was so cool.Mrs Walden gave me the address of their office. It was in the high street. It was well fitted out. As well as Mr and Mrs Walden there were two staff member, Patrick and Teena. Both about my age. Both had Marketing Degrees, I found out. Mrs Walden introduced me as the new receptionist and I got the feeling that they were not impressed with me or my outfit, although I did catch Patrick checking.