<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;"><span style="color: #80FF80">Donta Washington</span></span></span></div><br/><br/><div style="text-align: center;"><a class="postlink" href="http://i1343.photobucket.com/albums/o793/Galvin_Fugazi/02488fa3-2991-47f6-a01d-8b47c4a1a3e0_zpsc193d884.jpg">[ img ]</a></div><br/><br/><br/><div style="text-align: justify;">Don chuckled when Mary-Ann sat down beside him on the bed and played the innocent teenager. As if it wasn't known that the news business was all about sex and indiscretion. He was pretty sure that a hot-looking gal like her knew all the ways to extract secrets from a man - well, and if it was by extracting other things first. But he kept his thoughts to himself for now and listened to her words, but then he shook his head.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8000">"That's too simplified as you are looking at it. Hiding things in your home often has reasons. And I am not speaking about the silly things like not trusting the world or my home is my castle. If you are living in a dangerous world and you need some weapons to defend your life and the life of those close to you, what sense would it make to hide them in another spot where you can't get to them? If you are a drug dealer and people are knocking at your door to buy from you, you'll need something with you to sell them. And if you expect to make a run sooner or later, could you allow yourself to hide things in another spot, where you had to return to get to it? No, there are various reasons to hide something in your home and the police know it."</span><br/><br/>He took up her last sentence and returned the innocent look she had given him.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8000"> "Oh, I am pretty sure as a reporter and as a hot woman you know a lot about beds and hiding spots in bedrooms. If I would check under your pillow I would probably find something too or did you hide it in the drawers under the underwear? Let's see what Carlos has hidden in his bedroom."</span> <br/><br/>Don turned around and his hands moved under the pillow. When his fingers found something cold, metallic with a very familiar shape he surpressed a grin and instead allowed a surprised yelp to escape his mouth. Mary-Ann who had watched him perked up immediately.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8000">"Wow. I didn't expect Carlos into that...that is interesting. Can you tell me what this is?"</span><br/><br/>Don took Mary-Ann's hand and moved it under the pillow. She was all curious reporter now and Don had exactly counted on that. When the handcuffs closed with a ratcheting sound around her wrist, her eyes went wide. Don had the other end in his hand, when he pulled it out from under the pillow and his eyes looked around searchingly. <br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8000">"Now, where does he fix that end? We could make a report about SM...I already see the opener. 'Famous news reporter admits: Yes, I like them big, black and rough!' Maybe I should call Steve and we start immediately on it. I could play the dirty part or we add Alfonzo to the picture..."</span></div>