She turned her head and smiled."Come. Come into me, my darling. Complete the circuit and we will begin our journey of discovery."Those few steps leadi...ng to her were the longest of my life. I was scared out of my wits, half expecting to die in the next few moments, yet I tingled with excitement and anticipatory pleasure. My ass was clenching around the chrome-steel dildo, and my dick was as hard as a steel-reinforced concrete pillar.Kneeling across her thighs, I massaged her neck and back,. "Er... Excuse me, but I couldn't help but overhear... Mrs Peters is it...?"She half turned again."Yes it is. Oh, I've noticed you pass my way on your bike sometimes. Do you know of someone who could help me out?" She shook his offered hand. "Well, my name is Jordan," he smiled, and added, "I have a bit of free time this afternoon. I'd be more than happy to take a look and see if I could do anything to help."'I'd do anything for a sexy, mature woman such as you,' he thought. 'There's something. I'm actually not doing too well, but I guess that's tobe expected. I wanted to thank you, though. "The one chance he had to hang on to life was because of you, and eventhough it didn't work out, I really do appreciate it. The police say thatif he had tried any other method, except maybe a gunshot, they might havesaved him. They want to talk to you, by the way." Me?" They saw the e-mail he sent you. They figure you were tight enough withhim that you may know something they can use." Use? For. I’d love to. Um ... I’ll text you.” I said.“Good. See ya,” she said and floated out of there.Cindi was still visible on the mall concourse when Matt appeared next to me and said, “Luke. Dude. Is that your G-Friend? Nice!”“Yeah. Real nice.” I said. “Oh, can I do lunch with her at one?”“Fuck yeah. You the Man, little dude. Now watch how I ring up this sale and you can do the next one.”“Come on, you are a writer?”“Just some short stories,” Cindi said, “I publish them online in a writer’s forum..