Just relax, I’m telling myself. I’ll get used to Nadine. It will pass. It’s just a period of adjustment. I’m dozing off.A few weeks later. Thu...rsday night again. Katia’s in bed early as usual. I’m watching anime again and Nadine makes her appearance. “You mind?” she’s moving her head, pointing towards the empty spot on the sofa. “Of course!” Again she’s sitting for a bit, then adjusting into a half lying down position with her legs towards me. Pretty soon she’s silent. I’m looking at her. Asleep. Nancy lived in another part of the city, but we figured if we were almost like dating on Friday night, then she would leave her car home, and I would drop her off.Friday was busy and I did not have a lot of time to think, other than I was looking forward to seeing her. It was a nice sunny day, and when we first got to the tavern, we all sat outside on the deck. Nancy waited for me at the door, and that way, we looked like we had just arrived, and we sat together.Tonight we were more in with the. The film taken from Emma Majeski's cameras had been developed, and the photographs told him nothing. All three rolls of film were filled with nature shots, mostly birds. Emma's car had revealed no useful fingerprints and sparse other forensic evidence. Hemphill -- Billy's father -- had called in response to Sam's message. He had seen nothing, and in particular, he'd seen no one near the crime scene on the previous Saturday.They had a few strands of hair that might prove useful, if a suspect. She kept trying to open her legs, but I admonished her each time and she would tighten her knees together again.By now I had her pretty riled up, even though she tried not to show it. I kept using a little more pressure up and down her crack, and I noticed she was squeezing her tits and pinching her nipples with complete abandon, and my cock came to life as I watched her. My final tease was to slip the tip of my finger past the crotch of her bikini, and touch her skin directly. She gasped in.