He had arrived from Windsor that morning, and I had heard him telling his cronies that he was now as good as a member of the Life Guards.I gazed at hi...m. He had his tunic unbuttoned, his face was flushed, there was a drink at his elbow and he was smiling and laughing as if he had not a care in the world. I wondered if he could really be a cold blooded killer, he looked as harmless as a kitten. I was still watching him when he suddenly looked up from his cards and caught my eye. He flushed a deep. And then, after he's gone, you think to yourself that admitting to him that you wanted to fuck your non-existent sister really WAS a crazy thing to do, and maybe you really SHOULD go talk to somebody about it. But you can't.That's because your car just imploded or something when things went haywire and the airbag deployed while you were minding your own business, sitting stock still in the driveway and smoke suddenly began billowing from the engine compartment. And, if you were me, I'd hazard. She allowed her eyes to sweep up and down his naked torso, taking in the lightly sculpted muscles showing on his body. Reaching out with one hand and trying hard not to laugh, she ran her nails down his chest, stopping to pinch his nipples which caused them to harden before moving to his softly-ridged abdomen."Who would have thought you had all this hiding under that stuffy suit of yours," she commented softly, chortling throatily when she ran the back of her hand over the hard ridge creasing. While driving home, I considered the police, asthey'd surely be most interested in making a collar on a group of sextraffickers. Then, I thought they might not give a fiddler's damn aboutMel during their pursuit of the offenders. They may even want to use heras bait, making inquiries on my part more difficult. No, -- going to thepolice for their help in finding Mel's abductors wasn't the bestapproach.Once we got to my place, and we got Mel situated, I told her I was goingout to do some.