I didn't feel even a tiny bit of anger towards her anymore. I remembered, sort of, falling asleep, but that had been around noon. I poked my face out ...f the blankets and discovered that the drapes had been opened and early morning sunlight was illuminating my room. That would have made it sometime around eight A.M. Had I slept half the previous day away? My linking with Isabeau must have really worn me out. Well, that covered the hazy part. Now why was I feeling puzzled?I stretched and flexed. Harkins. The lady used her phone before saying, "Go on in, Mr. Harkins can see you." Hi Metarie, good to see you, what can I do for you," the man said as he turned to me extending his hand. "I'm Jordan Harkins and you are?"I said, "Chuck Johnson."Jordan Harkins said, "Please, sit down and tell me what I can do for you."Ms. White said, "It's what I can do for you, Jordan. I want you to get to know Mr. Johnson. He came on board Wednesday as my temp secretary. You know my girl has been out on. " She stopped in her tracks. Her arms fell to her sides in sorrow, as tears trickled down her cheeks. "What am I going to do without him?" Whit's dead?"They both turned to see one little Miranda Valderrama listening to their conversation from the doorway, her lower lip quivering.Arms open wide, Elizabeth called to her in Spanish. "Come here, dear heart." When the child reached her, she picked her up and hugged her.After a few moments, the older woman glanced over the child's shoulder at Tasha. Especially if it hurts for me to finger you with two…”“Okay, let’s give this a shot.” I said determinedly, staring him in the face.Blaine looked uneasy for a moment, then said with more intensity than myself, “Promise me that if I hurt you, you’ll tell me to stop. Please, I really don’t want this to suck for you.”I nodded solemnly then traced my hands along his spine, hugging my arms around him to pull his body closer.“Here, just let me…” He took hold of his shaft, which didn’t bend in the.