Finally after many moments and rings of the three phones, the man looked in her direction and acknowledged her."Evening Ma'am. How may I help you?" th...e officer greeted politely."Yes I'd like to make a missing persons report Officer-??" she answered while looking for his name tag."Officer Shepard Ma'am" the tall man answered quickly.Megeara nodded "Ah Officer Shepard. I have a friend who I would like to report missing." Very well. Come with me Ma'am" the officer said.He turned away from the desk. I hear the soft tap of her shoes come to the top of the chair, tap, tap, one each side of my head, I feel her above me, her hands on me, not soft and relaxing now but with nails from my hips to my shoulders, sharp scr****g, cold like goosebumps, then hot pain trailing her fingers. As this continues I feel her presence become greater above me before resting delicately over my mouth, her groin rocking back and forth as she continues to trace her nails up my body. The smooth latex becoming wet. My body is building its self to a climax. I can feel the whispers of orgasm forming. It won’t happen but the pressure and tingling sensations are pleasant. I give one more throaty moan and he shoves himself violently into me. His body jerks and twitches before he goes rigid. I can feel the pulsing spurts of his cock and I clench and unclench my PC muscles, milking him and enjoying the contractions of my own little psuedo-orgasm. He body goes limp, relaxing and sagging against me with all his. Every stroke of paint, tells you who the person was, or what they felt or what they knew, anything and everything about them.’ ‘You sound so sure,’ I though back to the forest, and it saddened me. Perhaps I never knew him, the one I loved. I had never seen his art, there had never been a stroke of colour on his cheek to see. There was nothing to see. ‘I am sure.’ He said succinctly. He reached over, his coloured rainbow hand held mine tightly. It was the most beautiful hand I had ever seen,.