<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;">She is a rather bad liar—it’s the way she says things.  Or is it her eyes?  One can tell she's lying, but so far she’s not been caught in a lie.<br/><br/>“You know I’m not really into fucking someone I don’t know.  Someone who’s just . . . aloof?  Is that the word?  Anyways, I thought we were connecting.  I guess not.” <br/><br/>I reach for my purse.  “I wouldn’t, don’t want things to come to this shipwreck ending, but well, I’ve said what I'm thinking.” <br/><br/><em>Darling you got to let me know /  Should I stay or should I go? / If you say that you are mine / I'll be here 'til the end of time / So you got to let me know / Should I stay or should I go?</em><br/><br/>That’s the song.  Perfect.  So where do we go from here Pussy?  I take another deep look into her eyes, searching for her soul.<br/></span>