"Sorry, Jordan," Conner whispered. "Sometimes life just isn't fair. Badthings do happen to good people. My job is to do whatever I can to keepthat fro... happening."Having let my anger run its course, I took to walking once more,grasping the strap of my shoulder bag while I stared down at thesidewalk before me. Without a word, Conner fell in at my side, patientlywaiting for me to say something. We'd gone about a block when I came tothe realization that there was nothing more to say. What I needed. I’m Zee’s date to the dance.” Two other kids ran into the room. The girl was small -- five or six. She had pigtails half-way down her back. The other boy was a year or two older than his brother. Both boys had more hair than their little sister. They were followed by their parents. Her mother had much more hair than Zee did, down to below her waist. It was dark brown. The man was the source of Zee’s black hair. He also had a black beard. And what remained of the hair was also longer than Zee’s.. I didn’t get a chance to argue because as we pulled into the parking lot we noticed six police cars with their lights on and a big blue van. I saw Jay, Q and others from his group with their hands behind their heads on their knees in police custody.I also saw Jim standing near them. He was obviously an undercover officer and he recognized me too. He pointed to a spot near him and told me to come over. I left the gun in the car and fearful I’d be arrested walked over to him.“We got an anonymous. Quickly, I am hard and with that rigidity, wanting, the wait interminable. You return in only a few minutes, but it seems like a life time. You have changed while in the bathroom, into a black lacy teddy. The plunging neckline enhances your breasts, pushing them up and forwards, the colour of the garment a stark contrast to the pearlescence of your skin. You come to me in my chair and then, bending at the waist, you place your hands on my shoulders and share an intensely deep moment of eye.