Hank is results-oriented.” Like Daddy, Hank just wants to solve the case.Daddy said, “Anniston will do time, though.”I had mixed feelings, but n...ot enough to argue her side. One person had already been murdered and another was under direct threat. Huddled in a fucking safe house in fucking St. Louis. Anniston didn’t know anything about that, but she had played a part.Seated in Hank’s office, Daddy nodded at me. I knew I’d have to give the FBI more than an outline, more than a summary. I went. " Why didn't you tell me that before?" I wanted you to do it, because it was the right thing, not for the money. You've proven that you're really taking school seriously. I also wanted you to know that I didn't forget about the motorcycle. Because they're dangerous, I didn't want you to have one. I trust you, but not the guy in the car who has a girl sitting next to him who distracts him, or by the radio. You didn't complain, so when you turn sixteen, we'll buy you a car." Thanks. I only had to. It's called a gape from being stretched too big for too long," as I cranked my head to look at Ching Lee and Vicky, who were looking surprised."We put the smallest two dildos we could find in the straps. They were less than six inch and small around, cross my heart we did," Ching Lee said."Unless someone changed them in the course of play," she said that while she was looking at Becky and Lisa.Becky held up a finger, "Hey, we were having such a good time with the smaller ones we tried several. He tells me it's no big deal. In fact, he says he's done it himself sometimes. Not with Jeff, or course, but with somebody else." Did he say who he was thinking of?" Yes. He said Elly." Elly was a houseguest they'd had some years before. "And he said Jessie." Your daughter?"She nodded."Wow," I said. "When did all that start? I mean with Jessie." It started just after she went away to college, when he started having those fantasies about her." Did it bother you?" Well, no, not really. I mean, we.