“Okay… get ready!” Hemi had found the right street. Half finished houses lined both sides of it and more importantly it was dotted with dumpster... for the debris from the building sites and mounds of building materials. Most importantly, it was deserted, there wasn’t a builder in sight. It was as near to perfect as we were going to get. “Okay… HOLD ON!” Hemi yanked the wheel over and we slid broadside in behind a large dumpster. As soon as the Tahoe rocked to a stop the doors flew open as we. I watched as his gaze focused on my red painted toes which I wiggled nervously in the long strands of beige carpet fiber. I could feel his stare journeying north, over my knees and up the delicate muscle of my thighs. He lingered for a moment at the gap between my legs; moist and hot from all the attention, plump and slippery to the touch. Steven continued his journey; his eyeline traveled over my tummy before pausing again at my chest, my modest breasts soft and untanned, my nipples angry, red. I’m no stranger to a strong work ethic, but exposure to William and his family have opened my eyes to see that success isn’t defined by only one parameter. William’s family sees success as identifying problems in people’s lives, finding solutions to them, and marketing them hell of those solutions. The Pasta Fresh and Only Greens fast food alternative restaurants that dot the downtown corridors of every Midwest city is one of their most recent examples. They weren’t in the food industry before. Thank you all for your interest and cooperation.’ TRAINING TO QUALIFY FOR MORE TRAINING The final roster from our precinct for personal protection numbered eight. The ideal was to go into special training at the Police Academy with that number, and later select some number from that group for additional training by the Secret Service. Val and I were on the list, and we had no doubt that we would make the final cut and go on for the Secret Service training. But the more we chewed it over, the.