He did it again and again. Overand over you could hear the loud clapping of his hand on my butt while Iwas crying.When he stopped I was crying uncontr...ollably. I was sobbing as he tookthe hand cuffs off me and tossed me onto my bed. He left again and cameback with something in his hand. As he got closer he held it up, it wasa large zip-loc bag with a jockstrap in it."I kept this one off to the side for a situation just like this," hesaid. "Get into bed." Y, y, yes sir," I said as I was still. "I'm Detective Foster. I assume you are Tracy Miller and you are Guy Thomasin."Looking over at Maggie who had just arrived at the parking lot and gotten out of her car, she said, "And I assume you are Margaret Frank." That's right," I told her."I hope you don't mind but it is important to get the facts as quickly as possible before they become distorted by time."If it is OK, I'll ride over with you and we can take Tracy's statement and take some pictures."It's OK with me," I told her. "Tracy,. ‘You’d be amazed. Mmm… don’t stop.’ ‘Don’t intend to, babe.’ His hands slowly drifted down her ribcage, causing her to flinch and ache for his touch all at once. He lightly touched her abdomen and played with the waistband of her jeans. Remembering they were already unsnapped, Stephanie winced at the thought of Ranger seeing, feeling, the ten pounds she hadn’t managed to get rid of. No more Krispy Kremes! She promised herself. Then she forgot all about it as Ranger’s hands slowly loosened. And while some of their views interested him, other parts of their ideology freaked him out.He didn’t want men in power. People like his dad should be replaced by women. That, and the scope of the cult that was led by women proved that women in power could be for the best, if the bullying could be removed.He sighed. It was all just so odd. He felt he was missing something in her explanation that could help him understand. Maybe all his mainstream thinking was stopping him from really hearing.