<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: verdana;"><strong>Emily</strong></span><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: verdana;"><strong>In Miami</strong></span><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: verdana;"><strong>With Chrissie!!!</strong></span><br/><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: verdana;">“Aliright Chrissie!” God Emily so wanted to touch her!  She was looking so beautiful, with that hair, skin, eyes; so small and slender and worried!   But Emily made herself keep her hands off Chrissie and on the wheel, and set off.  “You’re not the only one, lots of girls get caught out like that,  We’ll take care of this guy, don’t worry!</span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: verdana;">”Yes don’t worry about my head either, that was just a knock on the boat, thank you though.”  Emily had to smile at her; what a totally sweet girl!</span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: verdana;">And as for Sam killing him…Emily didn’t dare get onto that subject!  Though it was a last resort anyway; she had to find out a bit about all this first.</span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: verdana;">She found herself driving fast, using the power off the lights just to feel empowered. </span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: verdana;">They got to her apartment block quickly; she parked and ushered Chrissie into the lift, then showed her into her penthouse apartment.  Chrissie was wowed by it all over again; well it was set up to showcase the interior architect prowess of Emily's firm, and it was pretty cool.</span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: verdana;">“OK Chrissie would you like a drink? Something soothing like a gin and pineapple juice?  What would you like?</span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: verdana;">“Bring your laptop over and shown me what’s been going on.  Then we’ll do a bit of research and you’ll see how once we get our minds working on it, it won’t seem so bad.”</span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: verdana;">She made the drinks and indicated the huge sofa, where they could sit next to each other and both see the screen.  Well...the sofa was far too deep for a small girl to sit back in it.  She'd have to fold her legs under, and lean a bit sideways...</span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: verdana;">As Chrissie started opening her case, Emily couldn’t stop herself hoping stupidly that there might be some overnight things in it.  Or just a toothbrush, ideally.</span><br/>