To keep Nancy comfortable in any way I could. Alas, all too often that has meant providing her with material things. I wanted so much to help her ri...ght now, but I felt so powerless. That feeling was eating me alive from the inside out.Heading towards the job, all sorts of thoughts started racing through my head. There was a bar on the corner of the block where I worked. I thought about having a drink again. It had been nearly twenty years since I had a drink. I actually walked to the bar. The ones that like their girls after puberty hits, but before it's gone too far. Jaspers don't kill their victims when they're done with them. They are still young and beautiful to the rest of the world, though most of that world will likely never see them again – It depends upon how he discards the ones he has finished with.If they kill the girls we call them a Cletus. Don't ask me, I have no idea.The next day he didn't take pictures, it looked more like he was waiting. Waiting, and watching. It isn't a puppy but that's fine with me. He's a good dog and very sweet and affectionate too. He always wants to lay with his head in my lap… and he does other things too. This happened the other day… When my Dad went to work, the doggy stayed with me. Even when I started touching myself in the big girl way I do when I know I won't get caught… he seemed curious, wanting to smell my hands. I let him and he licked my fingers clean sending a shiver through me. I'd seen the videos… the ones Daddy. “And here I thought I’d built your stamina up to an acceptable level.”“Acceptable? Kathryn, you’re fucking me to death. Almost literally.”“Well, you did promise that your last act as a living being would be tending to my sexual pleasure, so...”“Fine. Use me as you see fit. You’ll have to explain the condition of the body to the coroner, though.”“You forget that I’m a lawyer. I know how to hide bodies.”“Are you suggesting that some overachieving forensic archaeologist will find a pile of decayed.