There didn't seem to be much reason to keep checking up on her for the rest of the day, he thought. She would either do it or not. But what would he d... if she didn't respond? He needed to think about that. Should he crank it up a notch or should he wait and talk to Dr. Black first? It was something he needed to think about, but not here, not now. What he needed was a little exercise. Playing some hoops with his friends would be just the ticket. Letting his mom know he was leaving, he took off. Kim’s dress kept blowing around and periodically would flash a delightful expanse of bare thigh. The top of her dress was very loose fitting and the wind likewise played havoc with her neckline. It was hard to keep my eyes on the road with the repeated fleeting glimpses of my wife’s anatomy. We drove for a while, Kim pretending not to notice her dress misbehaving. We made small talk, as she kept her eyes straight ahead, even when I began creeping up on a big truck.I know. It’s the oldest cliché. Then I asked Dwight if the questioning could occur in one of our interrogation rooms, and asked if the interrogation room could be set up so that the video and audio feed went to two separate viewing rooms. If the agent coming here insisted on turning it off, or insisted on keeping the recording, I wanted a second recording available. Dwight agreed to have it ready by tomorrow morning.When I woke up at my usual pre-dawn hour, I felt better about what might happen today. I still didn’t feel any. High school graduation party's on this Saturday night were keeping him running about in a frenzy trying to keep up with all the orders.It was a quarter til eleven pm,fifteen minutes before the end of his shift.He parked his car and walked back into the restaurant to collect his wages for the evening.The boss said I've got one more delivery for you to make,we've been swamped with orders and these four pizzas have got to make it to the customers place in the next five minutes or I have to eat the.