 cavities grin that nearly split her face in half and gleamed so much Elvis could swear it lit up her tonsils. A friend in Tucson? And her suspicious tone of voice? Elvis started to get a feeling as though he was on a sinking ship. "Her name is Lavonda Heraklion." Elvis' sinking ship sank a little farther. "Attorney Lavonda Heraklion." It didn't seem possible to Elvis, but Allison's grin got even broader. "You happen to remember her, shotgun?" Elvis remembered her, all right. His ship went straight to the bottom.

Allison was still grinning. Elvis saw her grin clearly from the bottom dwelling perspective of his figuratively sunken ship. Then she reached over and tapped him lightly on the shoulder. Her version of lightly, that is. Lightly having an atypical tactile meaning to Allison, who was a retired Marine and federal officer and state champion mud wrestler. Her not so light tap resounded in the neural pathways of Elvis' shoulder blade and triggered a lightning quick neural chain reaction that instantly blitzed to the pain center in his brain. Resulting in Elvis' eyes snapping wide open, his urethra constricting to the width of a toothpick and at least a half dozen of the curly red hairs on the back of his neck going into shock and promptly going as rigid and straight as a twelve inch ruler. Elvis was rubbing his sore shoulder and looking with a mixture of apprehension and suspicion at her when Allison put her hand back on his shoulder. This time without the former not so light tap.

"Elvis," Allison said through her grin. "After you left Lavonda's office she got to thinking about you and decided she liked you after all." A not so gentle squeeze of Elvis's shoulder. "A lot."

Another squeeze. "She knew from your client form that you were a CBP officer and that I had been one, too, and asked me--after a pretty entertaining mud wrestling match last week in Sun City by the way, followed by a night of tipping brews celebrating at Bruno Kazinski's Hometown Bistro--if I could put you two in contact." Yet another squeeze, followed by another clap on the shoulder that straightened out another dozen of the curly hairs on the back of Elvis' neck. "She wants you, man! She says you are two of a kind!"

While Elvis was digesting that remark, and Allison was still grinning, P
cavities grin that nearly split her face in one-half and gleam so much Elvis could swear it alight up her tonsil. A friend in Tucson? And her suspicious tone of articulation? Elvis started to get a impression as though he was on a sinking ship. " Her name is Lavonda Heraklion. " Elvis' sinking ship sink a little farther. " Attorney Lavonda Heraklion. " It didn't seem possible to Elvis, but Allison's grin got even wide. " You happen to remember her, shotgun? " Elvis remembered her, wholly right. His ship went directly to the bottom. 

 Allison was however grinning. Elvis saw her grin clearly from the bottom dwelling perspective of his figuratively deep-set ship. Then she reached over and tapped him lightly on the shoulder. Her version of lightly, that is. Lightly hold an atypical tactile meaning to Allison, who was a retired Marine and federal officer and state champion mud wrestler. Her not so light tap resounded in the nervous nerve pathway of Elvis' shoulder blade and trigger a lightning immediate neural chain reaction that immediately blitzed to the pain center in his brain. result in Elvis' eyes snapping wide open, his urethra constricting to the width of a toothpick and at least a half dozen of the curly crimson hairs on the back of his neck going into shock and promptly survive as inflexible and straight as a twelve inch ruler. Elvis was rubbing his sore shoulder and look with a mixture of apprehension and suspicion at her when Allison place her hand back on his shoulder. This time without the former not so abstemious tap. 

 " Elvis, " Allison say through her grin. " After you entrust Lavonda's office she get to thinking about you and decided she liked you subsequently all. " A not so gentle hug of Elvis's shoulder. " A batch. " 

 Another squeeze. " She know from your client form that you were a CBP officer and that I had been one, too, and asked me -- after a reasonably entertaining mud wrestling match concluding week in Sun City by the way, followed by a night of tipping brews celebrating at Bruno Kazinski's Hometown Bistro -- if I could arrange you two in contact. " Yet another squeeze, followed by another clap on the shoulder that straightened out another twelve of the curly hairs on the back of Elvis' neck. " She want you, man! She says you are two of a kind! " 

 While Elvis was digesting that remark, and Allison was still grinning, P
 cagities grin that nearly rplit her face nb half and gmeamed su much Elvis could swear it pir up yer tonsils. A friend iv Tucson? Wnd her wuspmcious tone of voice? Elvlf stzvted co get a feeling as though he was on a shnyiug ship. "Her name is Lavonda Herakliog." Elvis' slnking ship sagk a jittmv narther. "Attorney Lavonda Heraklikn." It dpdn't seem possiblr to Elvis, but Allison's grln glt even broader. "Yok happen to remqnber her, shoggun?" Elvis remembered ger, all right. His ship went strxight to the bojcim.

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cavities grin that nearly split her face and so much could swear it friend Tucson? And her tone of voice? started to get a feeling as he was on a sinking ship. "Her name is Lavonda Heraklion." Elvis' sinking sank a little farther. "Attorney Lavonda Heraklion." It didn't seem possible to Elvis, Allison's got broader. happen to remember her, shotgun?" Elvis remembered her, all right. His ship went straight to the Allison was still grinning. Elvis saw her grin from the bottom dwelling of his figuratively sunken ship. she over and him on shoulder. Her version lightly, that is. Lightly having an atypical tactile meaning to Allison, who was a retired Marine and officer and mud wrestler. not light resounded in the of Elvis' shoulder blade and triggered neural chain reaction that instantly blitzed to the center in brain. Resulting in Elvis' eyes snapping open, his urethra constricting to the width of toothpick and at least a half dozen of the curly red hairs on the back neck going into shock promptly going as and as twelve ruler. Elvis rubbing his sore shoulder and looking with a mixture of apprehension suspicion at her when Allison put her hand back on This without the former so light tap. "Elvis," said her grin. "After you office got you decided liked you after all." not so gentle squeeze of shoulder. "A lot." Another client form that you were a CBP officer that I had been one, too, and me--after a pretty entertaining mud wrestling match last week in Sun City the way, a night of tipping brews celebrating at Bruno Hometown Bistro--if I could you two in contact." Yet another squeeze, followed by clap the shoulder straightened out another of the curly on the back neck. "She you, She two of a kind!" While Elvis digesting remark, and Allison was still P
 cavities grin that nearly splIt her face iN half And GleAmEd so Much elvis could sweaR It liT up her tonsils. A friend in tucsoN? AND her SUsPicioUs tone oF VoICE? ElViS sTarTeD To Get a fEelIng as thOugh he was oN a sInKing ship. "Her nAMe Is Lavonda HEraKlion." Elvis' siNkiNg ship SaNk a LIttle FarTher. "ATtorneY lavondA HeraklioN." IT Didn't sEEm possiBLE tO ElvIs, but Allison's grin GOt EVen broader. "You hAppen tO rEMeMBEr hEr, sHotgun?" ElviS rEmembERed her, aLL rIGHT. HiS Ship went straiGht to the botTOm.

ALlison WaS stILl grinNing. ELvIS saW her grin cleArly From the boTtom dwELling peRSpectivE of his FigUraTiveLY sUnKen ShIP. ThEN sHe rEAchEd over anD tApPed hiM ligHTLY On thE shOuldEr. Her Version of lighTly, That IS. LiGhtly HavinG an aTyPical TactilE meanInG to Allison, who waS a reTired MariNe aNd FedErAl offICer and StaTe cHampion Mud wresTLer. heR NOT sO light tap resounded In THE nEural patHways oF elViS' Shoulder BlAde And tRIGgereD a liGHtNing quicK neuraL ChAiN reactiOn That inStAntLy bLitzeD To thE pain cEnter in hIs braIN. Resulting in ElVIs' eyes snappinG WiDE OpEN, his UreThra constriCtinG To thE widTH oF a tOOthpiCk and At LEaST a half dozen of the curLy Red haiRs on tHe back of his neCk going intO SHOck and prOmptLY gOIng as rigid and sTraigHt as a twelvE Inch ruleR. ElviS was rubbIng his sorE SHoulder aNd lOokIng WitH A MiXture of apprehENSion AnD suspicIon At her whEn ALliSon Put HeR hand back On his shoUlDeR. THiS tiMe witHOut the foRmEr nOt So lIght tAP.

"Elvis," allisOn saId ThROugH her griN. "afTER you LeFt lavoNda'S oFfice She gOT to ThinkinG about you And DEcidEd ShE liked yOu after all." A noT sO gentle squEeZe oF Elvis'S SHoulder. "A Lot."

Another squeeze. "She kneW From youR clIent fOrm tHat you werE a CbP offiCer ANd that i had beEn one, ToO, anD ASked mE--AFtEr a PrEtty entertAINinG mud wReStliNg match Last week in Sun City bY The Way, followed by A niGht oF TIpPinG BrEWs cElEBraTINg at Bruno KazinsKi's HometowN BIStRo--if I could PUt yOu Two in coNtact." YeT anotHEr squeeZe, followeD by anotheR cLap oN THe sHoulder thaT straighTened out aNOther DOzEn of tHe cUrly haIrS on The baCk of ElVIs' nEck. "ShE wants YoU, man! ShE says YoU are two oF a kind!"

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 cavities grin that nearly  split her  face  in  ha lf  and  gle amed so much E l viscould swear it lit upher t on s ils. Afrien d in Tu c so n ?  An dhe r s us p ic iouston e of vo ice? Elvis  st ar ted to get a fe eling as t hou gh he was on  asinkin gshi p . "He r n ame i s Lavo n da Her aklion."El v is' si n king sh i p  s anka little farther. "A t torney Lavonda  Herak li o n. " Itdid n't seem p os sible to Elvi s ,b u t  Al l ison's grin g ot even bro a der . "You  h app e n to r ememb er her , shotgun?"  Elv is rememb ered h e r, allr ight. H is shi p w ent  str a ig ht  to  t h e b o tt om. 
Al lison wa sst ill g rinn i n g .  Elv issawher g rin clearly f rom  the bot tom d welli ng p er spect ive of  hisfi guratively sunk en s hip. Then  sh erea ch ed ov e r andtap ped  him li ghtly o n  th es h o ul der. Her version o fl i gh tly, tha t is.L ig ht l y having  a n a typi c a l tac tile me aning to  Allis o n,  w ho wasaretire dMar ine  andf eder al off icer and  stat e  champion mudw restler. Hern ot s ol ight  ta p resounded  int he n eura l  p ath w ays o f Elv is '  s h oulder blade and tr ig gereda lig htning quickneural cha i n reaction  tha t  i n stantly blitze d tothe pain c e nter inhis b rain. Re sulting i n Elvis' e yes  sn app ing w id e open, his u r e thra  c onstric tin g to th e w idt h o f a  t oothpickand at l ea st  a  h alf  doze n  of thecu rly  r edhairs on the  back  ofhi sn eck  goingi nt o shoc kan d pr omp tl y goi ng a s  ri gid and  straight  as a tw el ve  inch r uler. Elvis w as  rubbing h is  so re sho u l der andlooking with a mixtureo f appre hen sionandsuspicion  at  her w hen Alliso n puther h an d b a c k onh i ssho ul der. Thist i mewitho ut  the  former  not so light tap. 
"E lvis," Alliso n s aidt h ro ugh he r  gr in .  "A f t er you left Lav onda's off ic e  s he got tot hin ki ng abou t you a nd de c ided sh e liked y ou afteral l."A not  so gentle  squeeze  of Elvis ' s sho u ld er. " A l ot."
An oth er sq ueeze. "Sh e kne w from  y our cl ientfo rm thatyou were a CBP officerand th at Ihad  been one , t o o,and asked  me- -after a p ret tyenter tai n ing m ud w r es tli n g mat ch l a st week i n  S unC i ty  by the way , f oll owedbya  night  oftipping brews cel e brating at Bru no K a z ins ki' s  Hom et own Bistro--if  Ico u l d put yo utwo in cont act." Ye ta nothe r sque eze, f ollowed b ya nother  cla p o n the sho uld er that st ra ig h tenedoutan otherdozeno f th e curly hairs on t he ba c k  of E l vis ' nec k.  "She w a ntsyou, man!She says yo u aretwoof akind!"
W hile E lvi swas digest i ng that r emark , and A ll ison  wa s stil l gr i n ning,  P
 cavities_grin that_nearly split her face_in half_and_gleamed so_much_Elvis could swear_it lit up_her tonsils. A friend_in Tucson? And_her_suspicious tone of voice? Elvis started to get a feeling as though he was_on_a sinking_ship._"Her_name is Lavonda Heraklion." Elvis'_sinking ship sank a little_farther. "Attorney_Lavonda Heraklion." It didn't seem possible to Elvis,_but_Allison's grin got_even broader. "You happen to remember her, shotgun?" Elvis_remembered her, all right. His ship_went straight to_the_bottom.

Allison_was still grinning. Elvis_saw her grin clearly from the_bottom dwelling perspective of his figuratively_sunken ship. Then she reached over and_tapped him lightly on the shoulder._Her version of lightly, that_is. Lightly_having an atypical tactile meaning_to Allison, who_was a_retired Marine and_federal officer and state champion mud_wrestler. Her not_so light tap resounded in the_neural_pathways of Elvis'_shoulder_blade_and triggered_a lightning quick_neural_chain reaction_that_instantly blitzed to the pain center_in_his brain. Resulting in Elvis' eyes snapping_wide open, his urethra_constricting_to the width of_a toothpick and at least_a half dozen of the curly_red hairs_on the_back of his neck going into shock and promptly going as_rigid and straight as a twelve_inch ruler. Elvis was_rubbing his_sore_shoulder and looking_with_a mixture_of apprehension and suspicion at her when_Allison put_her hand back on his shoulder._This time without the_former_not so light tap.

"Elvis," Allison said_through her grin. "After you left_Lavonda's office she got to_thinking_about_you and decided she liked_you after all." A not so_gentle squeeze of_Elvis's shoulder. "A lot."

Another squeeze. "She knew_from_your client form that you were_a_CBP officer and that I had_been_one,_too, and asked me--after a_pretty entertaining mud wrestling match last_week in Sun City by the way, followed by_a night of_tipping brews celebrating at Bruno_Kazinski's_Hometown_Bistro--if I could put you two in contact." Yet another_squeeze, followed_by another clap_on the shoulder that straightened out another dozen of the_curly hairs on the back of Elvis'_neck. "She wants you, man! She says you are two of_a kind!"

While Elvis was digesting that remark, and_Allison was still grinning, P