Tracie Heavens sat stone-faced behind her big mahogany desk which all but screamed, ‘I’m important and intimidating, bow down in fear.’ Rittenho...se spoke first. ‘Don’t sit down, Jack. Instead walk over and stand next to Tracie.’ Jack did as commanded, thinking the request was strange. Little did he know. ‘I’ll get right to the issue, Jack,’ the forty-something human resources queen began. She was attractive enough, short blonde hair with a pretty farm-girl face and matching farmers’ country. Bambi.After putting a significant dent (again) in the mall, Bambi and I headed for home. She may have been an airhead, but she seemed to be a pro in assembling slutwear. She seemed instinctively to know where the sexiest clothes would be. On the way back we passed a go-go bar- Mister Legzz. I'd been there many times in my guy days. It seemed faintly odd to me now, a hazy memory of my past. Bambi ordered me to pull over. In we went, and every eye in the house was on us. We took a table. Kyle scowled but then grudgingly laughed with him. It was a good thing that Kyle had a great sense of humor. ‘Since you feel it necessary to poke fun at my expense, you get to sleep in the attic,’ Kyle stated. Gabriel smiled and nodded to him turning to pull down the ladder to the attic. Climbing up, he stopped and gasped. Laying before him sound asleep was an angel. His heart fluttered in his chest and for a moment he stopped breathing. He couldn’t see anything but her face but it was enough. I didn't really feel all that mad at him as much as I was mad at myself for not being on the alert in the red zone. His body was pretty bullet riddled but the kill shot was right between the eyes and I knew that was mine. I guess everyone fed him a little lead just to get the frustration out of their system from being tied down for so long unable to do much of anything.I showed him the pictures trying to be discreet and not have "Cindy" the light-skinned black waitress from seeing us look at.