They refuse to understand that crime is not going away. To paraphrase Salinger, if you took the rest of your life you could not identify one-tenth of ...the criminals in the United States.The fact that I was now out and about on occasion — doing similar things probably as the cops were doing with their girlfriends — brought me back on their radar. Ironically, it was Det. Kay who alerted me to this when she called to ask for a sit-down meeting at her office.Again, I assumed that my father's remains. . aaaahhhhh... nooooo... nooooo... nooooo ...” she whined weakly. “S-say it isn’t tr-true...” The switch lashed twice again, leaving Xena shrieking and twisting in torment. “My Lady,” said Flavia. “M-M-Mer... My L-Lady... My Lady...” cried Xena. “Say it... it isn’t true... M-My Lady...” “But I assure you it is, slave. I absolutely assure you it is!” In total despair, Xena’s head slumped down. Her semi-deranged mind still could not grasp it. “Nooo... nnooo... nnno... nnooo...” she went on. "The towel," her grandfather said, snapping her out of her reverie. Realizing she'd almost been hypnotized by the sight of his majestic cock, she took the small towel and brought it forwards, slipping the sewn opening in the middle down over his stiffening shaft. She slid it all the way down until it sat right next to his body, and then she spread it out, covering a generous portion of his midsection and upper thighs. It fit perfectly, the sewn circular hole in the towel fitting snugly around. "Hey, Andrew," he said. "I know you're off tomorrow, but if you wannagrab lunch, I should be on break from 2 to 3." Cool," I said, half-heartedly. "I'll catch you later."Mark got in his car and drove off as I walked across the empty parkinglot to my car. The lights in the lots were flickering. Mine was the onlycar left, and as I approached it, I couldn't shake the thought thatsomething just felt wrong.*****I pulled into my driveway at 3:15 a.m. and tried to be as quiet aspossible as I headed up.