I love you, I won't kill you

When the person she loves appears in front of her eyes, some women will temporarily forget the good friends around her, even though she once wanted the help of good friends very much before this.At this time, Julie Mitchell, who was about to leave the apartment to go to the office, was such a woman.

As for Joanna, who was staying in the living room, and Warren Miles, the university physical education teacher who came to discuss whether his fiancée Lorraine Kane should fall in love with a man or a woman, has now turned the fiancée's issue into Warren Miles. Len's own problems.

"Hey Warren, may I call you that?" Joanna asked with a smile.

"Of course." Warren replied with his head down, a little sad inwardly.

"Hey, I think you should cheer up. Maybe you think it's easier to find Lorraine's problems now than after marriage."

"Really? But I don't think she'll miss her pre-marriage life after I've married her and had kids."

"Maybe, but not absolutely. But you have to believe that heterosexual marriage must be a nightmare for Lorraine."

"Why? Would Lorraine really marry...you? Marry a...woman?" Warren asked in surprise.

"People always wake up in nightmares. Come on, I didn't say she would marry me." Joanna shrugged.

Then, I looked at the watch on my left wrist, "Okay, I have to go to work. If you still have questions, you can call my office."

Warren nodded resignedly. "Okay. Thank you, Joanna Cranston."

"You're welcome, Mr. Warren Myers, I'll take you out."

"Thank you."

Julie seemed to have forgotten about sending a message to her friend at 3:6 in the morning, but her friend Susan never forgot.At 40:[-] in the morning, Susan looked back at Theresa as she got out of bed.

Leaning down and kissing the sleeping Scottish girl, whispering in her ear, "Hey, breakfast's in the fridge. Now, I'm going out."

Teresa seemed to open her eyes, "I see."

At 7:04, Susan drove a silver ice-coloured Chevrolet Camaro SS painted with two classic black racing stripes from the hood to the rear trunk, and left the house near Santa Monica Boulevard in West Hollywood. Drive onto Highway 405.

As Teresa said, she still retains a love in her heart from her law school classmates.Of course, there was another purpose in setting off for San Pedro in the morning. She wanted to have a good chat with Amanda, whom she hadn't seen in four years.

When it was 10 minutes to 8 o'clock, she drove the car downstairs to Julie's apartment.When he got out of the car door, he turned around and glanced at the black Ford Shelby "Cobra" GT500 parked behind his car, "Cool! I like it."

Then, he quickened his pace and walked towards the apartment building.As soon as I pressed the elevator button, I saw the elevator door open.

"Hey, Susan, what are you doing here?" Julie, who was standing in the elevator with Joanna, asked enthusiastically.

"Please, sent me a message at 3:[-]. Forgot so soon?" Susan asked, standing outside the elevator.

"Oh, I'm so sorry. Um, I actually forgot when Amanda came."

"Okay, you two go to work?"

After hugging Susan, Joanna said, "Of course."

Julie showed a trace of shame, "I would be very grateful if you would go and comfort Amanda for me."

When the two walked towards the door of the apartment, Susan stood in the elevator with her hands in the butt pockets of her jeans, a little puzzled, "Let me comfort Amanda, why didn't she go? The two had a quarrel, and it's been too long." There was a difference of opinion during the meeting?"

When the door of the apartment opened, Susan gave Amanda a long hug with a smile on her face, "Hey, Marine Corps, I heard you're back home. Now, how are you?"

After taking a shower, Amanda wiped her long short hair with a towel, "Hmm."

"Come on, you look really cool. Oh, and by 'cool' I don't mean your size, your muscles, your eyes and..."

"Susan Whitney, are you saying I'm cold to you?"

"Well, that's pretty much it. You know, I've always thought of you as a good friend."

Amanda, who was wearing a loose T-shirt by Jolie on her upper body, only a pair of underwear on her lower body and bare feet, turned to look at her, "Good friend? But why is my good friend not so lucky?"

Susan blinked, and instantly understood what Julie meant.Next, he said softly, "Why, what happened? Can you tell me?"

While listening to Amanda telling what happened to Nina and the child, she thought to herself, "Damn it, how could such a terrible and terrifying thing happen to the two of them?"

"What should I do to comfort her?"

"Hey, what are you thinking?" Amanda said seriously.

"Oh, I was wondering if you missed any important clues." Susan said hastily.

"Well, yes. I think I should go back to Lake Havasu City again."

"Wait, didn't you just say that the leave time ended at 2:22 this afternoon?"

"Yeah, now I really don't know what to do."

Susan shook her head, got up from the sofa and walked to sit down beside Amanda across the way.Putting your hand lightly on her left shoulder, "Now, I need you to relax. Slowly, slowly."

Amanda suddenly stared at her sideways, "Fuck, am I not relaxing now?"

In an instant, the look released from her eyes can almost be described as a dangerous object like a hunting knife.Susan suddenly had a bad feeling in her heart, "God, do you have to shoot and kill Nina's ex-boyfriend before you can relax?"

"Julie said that she has been to the Middle East twice. God, she has post-traumatic trauma??"

"Impossible! She is a pilot of the Marine Corps, not a ground combat force. How could she suffer from this disease?"

"Yes, fuck it. Tell me, have you experienced anything after going to the Middle East?" Susan said, looking directly at the other party.

"What? Damn, now I'm not talking about military service, what the hell is going on with you??" Amanda yelled, grabbing the clothes on her chest with both hands.

"Okay. Tell me, what exactly do you want?"

"Susan, I really don't know."

"Well, you must be wondering now whether Nina is alive or dead."

"Yeah, I really want to know."

Susan said again, "I will help you, trust me. No matter what method is used, I will notify you in the shortest possible time."

Amanda asked, "How?"

"For example, instead of going through federal law enforcement agencies, spend some money to find a private security company to investigate this matter."

"Private security, private security?! Well, I see. Susan, I'm sorry, I was too excited just now."

"It's okay. Even if you want to vent that anger by going to bed, I will promise you."

"Go to bed? Forget it, you're not helping me, you're helping Julie. Right?" Amanda said softly.

"Amanda, don't get me wrong. Julie and I did have a period of time, and then we separated." Susan's face was a little embarrassed.

"It's okay. I've broken up with her by that time, so it's none of my business who she wants to sleep with."

"Well, I know, Theresa knows some private security guards around Hollywood stars. I think we can investigate this case through their companies."

"Thanks, I know there is a private security company that can take over the investigation."

Seeing that Amanda's mood had stabilized, Susan hugged her tightly and comforted her, "Amanda, actually, I have always admired you. A young, cute and beautiful girl in the southern United States has been to the United States twice. Middle East battlefield."

Amanda said, "First, I'm not a girl from the southern United States. Second, you really want to know, do I suffer from post-war trauma?"

"Very good, correct, continue."

"You want to hear? Come talk to me in bed."

"Really? Amanda, are you sure you want to have sex with me on Julie's bed...?" Susan felt a little incredulous.

"Hey, what the hell are you trying to say? Just...sleep, okay?" Amanda frowned and whined.

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