You just touched me. Your hands getting more and more bold, running under my nighty and over my panties. You started pausing on my flat chest to feel ...my c***dish nipples and then you would cup my tiny mound through my panties. I understood this is why you were sorry, but didn’t understand why – what it meant – why were you touching me? Why were you crying?I just watched – afraid to move. You were so strange. And then as your hands started grabbing tighter, pulling harder, probing deeper, you. I know who I am.’ ‘That’s good girl. Don’t get me wrong. Tricking is dangerous. If you can go back to what you was, do it. No matter how hard it be.’ ‘I’m not sure it will work. I’m still going to vamp out around guys and I still need to be around a guy at least every two or three days. The only difference will be that I’m not getting paid for it.’ ‘Listen girl. I’m a whore. That makes me not the brightest bulb. But I know there’s more than two ways to do anything. This ain’t the dark ages,. .. It was 1981 and I had just begun work as a constable in central Cardiff. The other constables thought they’d have some fun with the new girl, so they made me watch a film and list all the criminal offenses in it. It was end-to-end clips of women having sex with dogs. I think they thought I’d be embarrassed, or I’d run out in tears, but what actually happened was I got very turned on. I didn’t let them know that, but I could barely stand up when it was over.”And then?“Well, I never got it out. When he looked up from the pizzas, Cathy used a quick head motion to indicate that he should go help Elizabeth with that small chore. He gave her a smile, slipped away from the table and hustled around the counter.When Liz felt Bradley’s body next to hers, she turned to him and said, “Oh, I appreciate your help, Brad,” before giving him a short peck on his cheek. Seeing that, I gave Cathy a small hip bump to let her know she had done well.Those pizzas and pasta dishes didn’t stand an.