.”“I’m pretty sure we could manage three thousand ... you dropped yours a thousand, we raised ours two thousand...”The sheriff spit onto the d...sty parking lot.“Can we reach an accommodation at five-five?”“All in all, you drop your price two thousand, we have raise ours forty-five hundred? How’s that fair?”“It ain’t fair, Mr. Grimes, but if you want my services that’s the price.”Harry looked at him speculatively.“Aren’t we much nicer to deal with than the Wexler women?”Sheriden rolled his eyes. But not actually talking to anyone. I could only assume she was making alternate calls to the house phone, but the line was tied up because I had the computer on the internet, and my mobile phone that I had switched off. Then Chantelle returned carrying a McDonald's bag. She joined Vicky in the Saab and they stayed there until well after midnight when quite suddenly they drove away.Sticking my head around the curtain I saw that they had left Chantelle's VW parked in the street. So I assumed. Chris gave a little 'whoop' and he gave me a little punch on the arm,"Yesssss,see it weren't bad,was it? You and me are bestest friends now,forever.Gonna save the rest for later when we get to my house,we'll have a lot of fun with it for sure"And just then the outer door to the toilet slammed open and a booming voice called out,"You two,get out of that cubicle,RIGHT NOW".Oh damn.Mr.Whitehead sounded well pissed off.Chris hurriedly slipped the condom in his pocket while calling out that we were. In a way, everything that Irmgard had told served as arousing foreplay. Irmgard had bravely forced herself to admit her desire for obligation-free sex. She had unreservedly let Stefan know that he, as a stranger, was her man of choice.When Stefan got up to clear the table, Irmgard also rose to make her way to the bathroom. She picked up her bag and turned to him, ‘Is it all right if I leave a few of my toiletries here?’Stefan put on a studied frown and replied, ‘You are welcome, as long as you.