Kat sat down, feeling the wicker of the seat pressing into her flesh.“I think I have found a solution,” said Marge after a few moments.“A soluti...on to what?” asked Kathleen.“A solution to your frustrations and fantasies,” Marge continued. “You have a deep desire to be a naked slave. It’s only natural. You are a very desirable young lady with a normal, healthy libido. You want to explore your sexuality but are frustrated because you don’t have a partner to explore it with. So my solution is that. I became mesmerized by the subtle manipulations that I could see, or perceived to see. Her eyes were closed, and could only see an occasional movement under the blanked. Was my mind playing tricks on me? Was I thinking I was seeing one thing in the heat of the moment? I took off the headphones to try and hear if she was breathing heavier. Trying to tune out the steady hum of the jet engines, I began to focus on that stunning beauty across the aisle. Her movements became more and move obvious,. Prudence was the one to call a halt, taking photographs of the eerily coffin-shaped mound of soil.“Now, two at a time, I want you to go down there and gently brush the soil away from on top of the body with your hands,” Prudence instructed the workmen. “Emily said she’s wrapped in plastic. It’s imperative that you do not touch the plastic with your bare hands because you might contaminate evidence. So I want you to wear these.” She brandished a box of single-use latex gloves.Dennis and another. I even walked her home. But chickened out at the last moment. Couldn't bring myself to ask her to take me up to her place. So I got nothing but a bag of regrets. Not even a hug or a peck on the cheek.I had some more business in San Diego this week. And went back to the same bar. I really was secretly hoping to find the woman again. I knew it was hopeless. But I had to try.I walked in, saw a stool open and a woman in the next seat. I asked if the seat was taken and she said no. I sat down and.