“I don’t know dude, but she knocked on our door and asked if we knew where you lived,” Jeff said. “I told her your apartment number,but that y...ou have late classes on Monday and wouldn’t be home until after 9:00.”“Uh, okay. What did she look like?” I asked,trying to conjure up a mental picture in case I should run into her on the street.“Well, she was skinny and plain looking.Straight brown hair, brown eyes, kinda pale,”Jeff said.“To be honest, she’s kinda homely.And she never smiled. It was fun to watch as an acquaintance made the connection and a startled look flashed across their face. I was hugged and congratulated many times that evening, by friend and stranger alike.The gallery was jammed and the festivities were at their height when Erica took me by the hand and led me to a back room. She was glowing with pride and satisfaction from the reaction to her work. She was glowing with something else, to: lust. Her hands reached down and stroked my cock through the yellow. Their window faced the afternoon sun and it lit up the room with a warm autumn glow. Samuel brought her to him curling his arms around her waist. They kissed for a moment then he unbuttoned her cotton, embroidered shirt exposing her smooth white bra. He unhooked the fastening at the back and took it off her. Jane let out her slow trembling breath as her breasts were released. Samuel cupped one of them and traced the upward curve from beneath with his fingers. His thumb found her nipple and he. I shrugged. "Maria -- Det ... Oh hell, Maria, we're on a first-name basis -- she doesn't want me to say, it being an ongoing investigation and all that. He's a parent, not a student, fairly new in town, has some issues. That's all I can say at this point. Oh, his daughter's in middle school and he's kinda over-protective. That may be his motive."I took a deep breath. "Thing is, he's obviously not the only one. Just from the voices we know there's at least three other callers, maybe more. I.