" Stop it! You know I used to hate that!" Oh? And you don't hate it now, is that it?"Melinda hesitated. "What the fuck are you talking about?" Just wh...at I said, runt. You said you used to hate it when I did that. You don't now?" I ... but ... of course I would hate it now, but you don't do that anymore!" Melinda piped. "That's why I don't understand! Why would you start doing this to me now?"Heather's grin widened. "Yeah, I'll bet there's lots of stuff you still hate, huh? Remember when I used. I just sat there thinking most of the afternoon.I decided that I had a lot of information to provide to the police, but I wanted something for it. The odds of the local police allowing me to sit in on the interview of Chef Jorge were extremely long. What would happen, if I confronted him myself, I wondered.Most likely he would tell me to fuck off. I couldn’t blame him. What if I scared he shit out of him, then asked him why he killed her. It would likely get tossed, and he would walk. Most. At this point Al got cold feet and scampered off!! Wierd. However, Dave, Sean,Laura and I were all game and our dares continued but more explicit. She was on the bed, I was opposite her on a low chair, Sean to my left and Dave to my right. Laura was the centre of attention in a close circle now.We had all forgotten about the cards and so Dave suggested she blow him. She sunk to her knees in front of him and her sweetly rounded bum stuck up in the air. I could see the dark folds of flesh of her. ” She gave me a wink and took our orders. I knew I was bright red. I was also amazed at her composure.The thong remained in front of me as we waited. The talk changed from me to banal banter. I didn’t know what that meant, if it meant anything. When the waitress returned, she had another waitress assisting her with the desserts and coffee. I didn’t think she needed to. She was showing the other woman. My dessert was placed on top of the thong. My blush rose, again.Then, when I had finished the.