Her short, dark red hair framed a pixie-like face. Except for the hair on her head, she had been waxed clean yesterday evening. Since she had no tits ...to speak of, and was rather short, she looked like she was about 14. Something Ed would remind her of to humiliate her. Between her widespread thighs, he could see her swelling sex. Apparently the suction cup he'd put over her clit and the two metal clips that he'd attached to her inner cunt lips were having an effect. There were strings attached. I’ve told this story a lot, cause it’s my fondest memory. I’d dreamed of seeing a girl pose for real for a long, long time, even phoning models in the Sport and asking if I could see them pose, but never had the nerve to go through with it. There were so-called ‘photo-studios’ down in Soho where they gave you a camera and the girl on reception would go in the studio, take off all Her clothes till She was stark nude while you take photos – or so I guessed. Maybe She wasn’t nude, maybe if you’re. ‘That cut doesn’t look very fresh.’ Martin Nash said. ‘Looks like someone came along earlier, as in days ago, cut the fence, used that metal clip to hold it together, then came through here last night after murdering Mr. Warner.’ ‘Exactly.’ I said. ‘Excellent, Martin.’ I was impressed with him. I noticed that Pete Feeley still looked blank, and Tanya Perlman looked a little downcast: she knew Pete had failed that test. ‘And this fence cut days ago tells us?’ I asked, letting the sentence hang.. Jill said, “This is a big step for me. I have wanted this since I was a teenager but never found a man that I wanted to do it with. Paul, I want to do it with you.”They kissed passionately for several minutes then walked to the house. Debbie and Jo were already in the lounge. Paul went to the kitchen and got a bottle of Champagne, two glasses and a wine cooler. Then he and Jill went upstairs. In Paul’s bedroom, they kissed again. Then Paul undressed Jill. He left her with a crotchless bodysuit.