She felt that pull toward him that she did the first time she had seen him two weeks ago to the day, striding up to the front door of that ramshackled... farmhouse. That had been her fourth day on the job. And her first murder scene. She still had trouble getting the image of that poor battered and tortured girl out of her head. Nobody should die that way. Detective Nick Saint was impressive. She couldn’t deny that. He had walked through that door and every eye had turned to him. He gave orders. We went out a couple of nights later to get drinks or something (this was several years ago and i don't drink that heavily anymore) she ended up staying with me in our apt we made out and she really liked when i kissed her armpits and breasts. then let me eat her pussy and asshole. but we never had sex that night or any other night we just made out a lot. let me describe this woman i called her V. 5'4" tattooed on her arms, belly, legs, ass. she has a nice plump round ass breasts weren't huge. Jobs were few and far between. More often than not, I fellback on the occasional modeling stint, while Bob was forced to acceptwork contracted out by a local advertising firm. We were happy witheach other, but miserable about our surroundings. My chance attendanceat a party changed everything for us. I was introduced to the world ofTupperware and, seeing a way out of our financial difficulties, threwmyself into its orbit. To say that Tupperware was good to us would bean understatement. In. Was she the one ? She had to be the one if a plausible answer had to be found. But what did she want ? With a fear taking over him, Mich began to look for her with a desperation he'd not known since he'd run to his room with his shorts round his knees. The first choice was ofcourse the guest room, but something about the girl told him that if her sister wasn't in the room, neither would she be sleeping peacefully. Infact he'd not have been surprised if he'd found her doing the dirty work for.