“What we need to do is talk. Is your place secure?”I glanced at Dalton, who stood there and watched us. “No, it’s not.”He nodded and looked ...own at my bare feet. “Well, go put on some shoes and then we’ll go somewhere that is.”I glanced at his motorcycle. Tanner’s mannerisms and voice put me in mind of a cowboy, not a motorcycle rider.I was apparently being either too quiet or too slow because he said. “Go get your shoes. We don’t have all day.”I looked away, side-stepped them and the. I answered it to find the couple Vicki and I met the evening before. They were both wearing long coats. This seemed out of place as it was a warm night. All was as instructed. I showed them in and took their coats.Beth was stunning. Her long black hair was down to the middle of her back. She wore six inch heels. Her legs were clad in black seamed hose, held up by garters attached to a red corset with black lace trim. Her breasts were displayed in the half cups of the bra and were accented with. Roger told Sermon that he was crazy; Roger didn't know anything about what the FBI said that Ben Chu was involved in so why would anyone want to kill him.It was over two weeks before Roger felt that he could function enough to return to work. When he walked into the office everyone offered their condolences and asked if the FBI or the police had any information about Lei's murder. It seemed to Roger that it took hours before he reached his office.For the next several days Roger sat at his desk. “What are you doing here so late, Graham? Need a warm bed?” I winked. “Traffic was a nightmare sunshine, going to have to stay in a hotel up the road for the night. It 'aint so bad, I get to stay here until it closes!” He attempted to flirt back. He could never make eye contact with me, nervously flitting from my breasts to my legs to my ass. “What are you looking at, Graham? Hmm?” The restaurant was empty at this point, and I stood in front of him, nipples hard and breasts pushed forward. .