They both had a glow from the orgasms they had and the curious excitement from watching parents have sex and displaying their nude bodies to their fat...her. They both understood they should never talk about this to anyone outside the family. The story of their kidnapping and rapes were never to be forgotten for them but they were never mentioned to any of their friends or teachers. They understood the reasons for this and they understood why they should never talk about it because they would. I’d met a few of the girls on my team and they were real lookers. I was waiting to survey the lie of the land before making a move. ‘Hello Clarke!’ someone stuck her head through the door of my cubicle. I turned. It was Uemura, the petite chattery girl working with me on the profiling team. ‘Hi Uemura!’ I grinned, glad to get a break from what seemed to be intentionally obfuscated code. She walked in and peered over my shoulder. ‘Bob wrote that didn’t he?’ she asked. I nodded and she. I looked over at him quickly, trying to gauge his reaction, but I guess he was as surprised as virtually everyone else in the room. The band was stunned into absolute silence as well. They all knew about Yolanda's appetites, none more so than her husband, but the speed with which Yolanda had escalated the situation had taken them all by surprise. I was a few seconds ahead of everyone else since I'd been privy to Yolanda's comments just before the concert, and so I was able to briefly observe. My boss looks at me, and raises an eyebrow. “Your girlfriend. A bit of a little tart, is she?” “No”, I say. “She and I are devoted to each other. If it pleases us both, we play. If it does not, we don’t”.He nods and laughs. “I like your style. Many couples just seem to do whatever others want. You on the other hand are serious about each other. I understand. “You come back into the room with two gin and tonics, perfectly mixed, on a silver tray. You hand one to my boss, and one to me, then turn.