The doubt of the person being a boy was still running through my head. I wasn’t aware at that moment that she was a public servant, a police SP. She... had lied to me that she was a homemaker.I replied to her messages. But I never had any craving mindset of banging her because I wasn’t sure this was a lady. Our friendly chat continued for almost 2 months. Once I had a dirty hot chat with her, she told me that the chat made her wet and fingered herself.She was almost busy, and we were not chatting. "That settles it," I proclaimed. "I'm going to drive you to Palm Springs. I want to see those windmills."What I wanted was to see her naked.She fell into a deep sleep as we drove, almost a coma. She didn't stir when I left the car to register at a Best Western in Banning. "I'm putting you to bed," I said, "as I removed her from the car."She seemed okay when I mentioned Banning. At seven the next morning I went to a Big Boy restaurant and came back to the room with a spread of breakfast foods.. While walking around I saw lots of empty beer cans and rubbers. I figured this was where the high-schoolers came to make out.I heard a car coming so I ducked under cover of the bushes and waited. Who ever it was just kept going. I kept exploring and didn’t hear an old man walk up behind me. I assume it was the driver of that car, he must have seen my bike, parked and came back. “Havin’ a good time kid?” I turned to run but he said “even if you run, I got your bike and your clothes - where ya. The red t-shirt she was wearing was tight against her chest, forcing her breasts to stick out and the outline of her bra underneath to bleed through. The damage was done, and it sunk in deep like poison. She must be at a size B bra, and judging by the way her jeans hugged her tight bottom she must look amazing naked. The mental image of my daughter's nude body exploded into my mind. She was an absolute vixen, her body and it's wonderful features tickling my fancy in every corner of my brain..