Of course we had seen pictures of each other but this was different, there we were, face to face for the first time. It felt perfectly normal; as we h...d spoken so many times before but this time it was just so much more highly charged. There before me was Michelle. She looked stunning in her black dress, high heels, and, I knew, seamed stockings. Her long dark hair perfectly framed her lovely face and sensuous lips. “Want to play?” she asked in a sultry manner as she pulled out a pack of. People claimed they "really felt hypnotized," that "nothing was fake" and "Henry was the greatest entertainer alive" (There might have been a bit of hypnosis involved in those interviews). Many girls came up to him after the show, asking for his autograph, or a chance to experience what the other girls experienced on stage. But Henry still had his detractors, people who claimed it was all a fake, that he had placed actors in the audience, that the people on stage were playing along, however,. These people seem to be living in their own world.”Voices were being raised in a room nearby. “You dumb motherfuckers. That guy is really an FBI Agent and that pilot is a real U.S. Deputy Marshal. You should have confirmed his identity with the phone numbers in his badge wallet. We can be in the shit on this one if we don’t cover our tracks really fast. Jones, take the FBI car to Jimmy’s and have him crush it and pile it under the rest of his junk. Give him a fifty and have the car buried among. It was Michael's "oof!" and Kathy's heart sank. She pushed her face into Christi's curls and was about to sob when the car stopped.The trunk opened."Ho, ho, ladies," Officer Ray smiled. "Is everything okay?"The ladies said yes."Then wait just a minute while I get Michael back to his cell and I'll take Christi to target practice. Kathy, are you sure you don't want to join us?" No, I just want to go home." Then, I'll go with you," Christi fretted."No, you go with Officer Ray, Chris." Kathy softy.