Preferably a reporter at one of the local papers.”“That’s a terrible idea. When it’s time, we can hand it over to the Feds and let them do the...r thing. I don’t see any reason why we should have some journalist running around, getting in the way, and maybe ruining the later investigation.”“Because we need to roll this whole organization up, to make sure they don’t go after any of us, again. That thing with CPS shows they mean business, and I’m not going to give them another shot. You know how. Her fingers moved with hypnotic slowness as she undid the row of pearl buttons and let the blouse hang loose and open to his hungry gaze. Turning her back to him as she kicked off her shoes, she reached behind her back to unzip her skirt and slowly, teasingly, slid it down her rounded hips and let it fall to the floor. The thin band of a white lace thong disappeared between the firm of globes of her ass and she looked over her shoulder at him, smiling as she inched it down her hips. The smile. The single ones were of no use because they would see a one-night stand with a coed cheerleader as a plus in their resume rather than a cause for panic.We narrowed it down to two choices.Donald Hardman was forty years old and was married with two lovely children and had a huge mortgage on a house back in Saint Louis that required him to travel extensively looking for football talent to fill the hungry ranks of college football in the Saint Louis area on an annual basis. He made a good living at. Where to get a sandwich? When Stacey allowed herself to look at him, the last thing she wanted was food. Hell, she thought he was delectable and could imagine all sorts of things. They took their break not fifteen minutes later. As the men dispersed she saw him check his pockets for money and seized her chance. Ryder heaved a huge sigh of relief after the four men finished their task. He put his 2-way radio back in its charger and made his way down off the fly floor. The tour manager stood on.