There was a slight pause, as neither of them knew what to say or do. Luke had desired her for so long, seen pictures of her in sexy poses showing hers...elf off, and now she was here with him, he was treating her like glass, like one wrong touch and she would shatter and dissolve. Mary was a little more confident, but she was still a little unsure, as this was the first time she had been with a guy of his age, and she felt a little vulnerable, but she trusted him.'Do you wanna drink, maybe listen. ’ I kept my head still, but in my mind I could feel myself nodding once more. I remembered my father preaching many similar things, trying to push his religious beliefs on me and my sister, and the way I had just silently accepted everything he said whereas my sister had fought hard to be allowed to think for herself. But those were bad memories, memories that had no place right there and right then. ‘My father was, or at least very nearly was, a closet drunkard, always needing just a few shots. " He rumbled.I didn't fuck around. It would be stupid to play coy at this point, and frankly my clothes needed to be off. They felt binding and itchy. My skin was hot and it wanted air. So in less time than it took him to get his shoes off, I was down to my bra. It's not like I really need one, but the blouse was sheer, and I wore it as as a sop to modesty. But my desire ran into the unexpected, I got shy. It was easy enough to shuck out of my skirt and blouse. But the act of taking off my bra. She held some papers in her hand, which she kept looking at. After a moment she asked, "Your name?" Olivia Diaz" was the reply."Your age?" 19." Social security number?" 178-88-4953" was Olivia's quiet reply.The officer then pulled out a key and unlocked Olivia's handcuffs. "Follow me" she said.Olivia followed the officer to a small room down the hall that contained a desk with a computer and not much else. The officer reached into a closet and pulled out a plastic storage bin. She then removed.