I have a surprise." Of course," I said. She gave me the address. Posh. Park Avenue. Midtown. Bess was a well kept woman.A liveried doorman met me at t...he door. "Joe Solomon?" he inquired."How did you know?" I asked. He showed me my photo--a candid shot walking outside my office building. I shook my head. "Yes," I said.He gave me a key. "Return it to me when you leave," he said. I wanted to ask what she did for him, but then again I didn't want to ask. I nodded.Entering through a short. She panted and buried her head in his shoulder when she remembered they were not alone in the room. She felt the gazes of his family and Ella, and was once again blushing profusely wishing she could hide in a hole. Now that he had taken her maidenhead she thought they would leave, but she was wrong, they were to stay to make sure that Khadeem planted his seed within her. She felt Khadeem slowly pull out a little, then thrust back in. Slowly he thrust into her until he was close to exiting her. An hour and a half later we pulled up a long driveway lined with trees. Set well back from the street we saw the large house."Looks like Miss Peterson has money." Frank whistled before speaking.I rang the bell and we waited. The door opened and a pretty young woman greeted us."Are you the police?" Her voice was soft and very seductive."Yes Ma'am. My name's Friday and this is my partner Frank Smith." Nice to meet you both. It's rather warm outside. Won't you come in and cool off?" Thank you. " ... the hell?" he mumbled.He was stiff and sore. Every muscle in his body ached. He pushed himself up, his hands burying themselves in the too-cushy mattress. He groggily turned over. Tanya was sitting up and demurely holding a sheet up over her breasts with her hand and arm. A young man was placing a bed tray on the bed, trapping her covered legs beneath it and taking silver lids off silver plates.Tanya smiled at him as the hot smell of the food reached her nose. As the young man stood back,.