<div style="text-align: center;"><a class="postlink" href="http://uncccareer.files.wordpress.com/2012/09/blog2.jpg">[ img ]</a></div><br/><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;"><span style="color: #FFBF00"><br/>Mary-Ann Richard</span></span></div><br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic"><span style="color: #40BF00">"Oh, I've seen your face on TV, you are Mary-Ann Richards, right? Now, Mr. Delgado, already selling your exclusive rights?"</span></span>the DA asked, and Mary-Ann spoke up,<span style="color: #FFBF00"> "Nice to see you, too."</span>She had noticed that he didn't seem too fond of her presence. Carlos spoke up before Mary-Ann could show any of her agitation,<span style="font-style: italic"><span style="color: #FF4000"> "Kind of, I am preparing the battle field for the dirty attacks of the Chief..."</span></span>It was only a short moment later a man walked in and tall, black man walked inside. He was dressed in a suit, but his tattoos were still visible. Perhaps a reformed man, Mary-Ann thought idly.<br/><span style="font-style: italic"><span style="color: #4040FF"><br/>"Ah, don't listen to that gangsta-rapper blend. He's a good guy deep inside...I'm Donte Washington, but everybody calls me Don...I am the black sheep of the family, I go to college..."</span></span>It was an abrupt introduction, but somehow it glided into the conversation easily. Mary-Ann gave a smile,<span style="color: #FFBF00">"Nice to meet you, Mr. Don Washington. Mary-Ann Richard," </span>she introduced herself, thanking Don for holding the door as she made her way out. Don was far more handsome than his cousin, but she had a feeling he was probably just as dangerous.<br/><br/>They were brought to the plain Chevy and loaded in one by one. Mary-Ann brushed her hair out of her face, as the wind had seen fit to blow it everywhere.<span style="color: #FFBF00">"I have to say, this is the most excited I've been in a long time. I'm sorry for all the trouble that everyone is being put through, but damn if it doesn't help my career," </span>Mary-Ann said as she called her camera man. She told him some brief set of instructions and he was to meet up with her later in his own car, not the van. When she was done, she hung up and looked up to Don,<span style="color: #FFBF00">"So, what brings you into all this? Is it simply because you are Alfonzo's cousin, or do you have some sort motive?"</span>she didn't mean it accusingly, just curiously.<br/><br/>It was interesting to her that he was in college. He didn't look young enough to be in school, but maybe he had started late. Education wasn't exactly cheap after all. She was still paying off her own loans from so many years ago. She hoped, though, that this story would end up helping her financially in the long run, even if it was costing her now. She had a bad habit of saying yes before really thinking about her financial life--but what was living if you were always frugal?<span style="color: #FFBF00">"How old are you, Don? No offense, but you don't exactly look like a young man out of high school or someone who is in their early twenties..." </span>she said in a pleasant tone. She certainly hoped he wasn't in his early twenties, though maybe that was because she was twenty-eight and didn't want to feel like an old woman with a crush on a younger man. Unlike her mother, she wasn't fond of the cougar life-style.<br/><br/>She suddenly wished her mind would shut up and focus on the task at hand rather than her raging hormones--or just lonely hormones. She told herself that no matter what, business always came first--even if she would have liked it to be pleasure. Besides, she was living in a fantasy world if she thought anything would ever happen between them. They had just met and she was already imagining her hands in the guy's pants. She felt like a dirty, old pervert having those thoughts when she only knew Don for two seconds, but she tried to forgive herself because after talking to Carlos, who wouldn't be a little hot and bothered? It didn't help that she hadn't gotten laid in at least a year.