Looking up I saw Steve heading to the villa from the other side of the beach, I rushed in and rushed into the bathroom, “hello” he shouted “what...’s the rush” “Christ I’m so hot I needed to freshen up” I shouted back, not sounding one bit sincere I wiped away at my thighs with some tissue and was stunned by the wetness, I was calmer my breath returning to normal the flush of my face easing, I eased my bikini bottoms down and looked at the swelling in the outer lips of my pussy the recent waxing. "Elvis tried to speak, but deSange wasn't finished."Elvis kill my Marie Michelle, _I_ say. Elvis thinks he is too rich, too powerful to face justice, _I_ say." His voice was becoming shrill. "Elvis will face justice before something much, much more powerful than a _human_ judge." His eyes narrowed, and he seemed to fill with an inhuman anger. He just glared at Elvis, at all of us, for a moment.Then he regained his self-control. "No," he said as if talking to someone, "that is the way. "I'm going to enjoy helping out."O'Mara took her hand and shook it. Helping out, he thought to himself. Getting in the way more likely. And besides what good was a jungle girl here in the city? He took a close look at her. She was wearing khaki; a crumpled shirt was tied off beneath her improbably pneumatic breasts, leaving her midriff bare; a pair of shorts cut tight to her comfortably upholstered backside traced the lines of her crotch clearly; her calf length desert boots with enough of a. Stewart?" he asked politely."Yes," Frank said slowly, nodding his head. "That's me." Frank Stewart?" the detective said, apparently for clarification."Yes, sir," Frank agreed. "Frank William Stewart."The detective nodded. "Rick Jorgan," he said, introducing himself. "I'm the lead investigator on this little incident here." He held out his hand for a shake.Surprised, caught off guard, Frank nonetheless held out his right hand out of instinct. They shook. The detective's grip was firm,.