<div class="floatleft">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/07d9/26i7lgh1zps71ke6g.jpg)<br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><div align="center"><strong> <span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">Nan Rapido</span> </strong> <span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"></span></span><div align="center">_____<br/><strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 11pt;">Det. Kantonspolizei Zürich</span></strong></div></div></div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 11pt;">Wait a second!  Rewind!  What did she say?  <em>She can’t do this anymore?</em>  Was that it?  Something like that?  And what is ‘this’?  <br/><br/>And, and let’s look at this evening.  Frenzy.  Frenetic.  Hyper-animated.  What is it that she ‘can’t’?<br/><br/>I brush aside the raid, “I’m not sure how ‘soon’ soon is but if you like, I can get that information.” <br/><br/>I take Pussy’s hand: “I’m being a terrible bitch for my Pussy aren’t I?  What’s going on?  Do you need to cry and let it all out, you know, cry on Baby’s shoulder?”  I smile, squeezing Pussy’s hand reassuringly, “That’s funny cute right?  Crying on a baby’s shoulder.  But, really, we have that something between us.  Just say—it’s loud in here.  No one else would know.  Don’t keep things in—that’s how explosions happen.”  (Smile).  <br/></span>