She was standing, breathless, at the top of the hill which overlooked her Uncle's house below and the grim and forbidding shape of Hell's Island Priso...n for Women, just visible through the dank mists, in the distance. She shivered from more than just the premature winter cold as she stared at that grim piece of rock. And the tears in her eyes were caused by more than just the keen wind.Her revered and beloved Roberta was over there! She had been on that bleak island since late July, serving a. ‘Nope,’ they answered simultaneously. The older agent sighed and pushed through his hair. ‘Pete, you’ll need to hand your clothes over to the lab. They’ll want to reconstruct the crime scene and the pattern of the blood on your clothes will help. You got any spare clothes?’ ‘Yeah, I keep a bag of them in the car. Do you need me escorted out there? Or do you want me to just go grab it and change?’ ‘Eh, just go change. Meet me back here in an hour, shower up too. I trust ya, after all you tried. Mmm, that feels good..."Melinda giggled. "Heather, you're evil."Jason was feeling increasingly uneasy looking at this. "Um, Heather?"Heather turned her head and gave him a sultry smile, a long, contented sigh escaping her lips as her fingers slid slowly up and down her now thoroughly wet slot. "Hmm?" It, uh, can get kind of uncomfortable to be like that for a long time," Jason said, nodding towards Richie."Oh, I know. I'm counting on that." It can?" Melinda asked softly of Jason.Jason glanced. She tries to slow her movement, tries to pull away. Your strong grasp tightens, putting her at your mercy now. With one quick motion, you roll her under your body. She tries to protest, but you smother her words with deep, passionate kisses. Your hands move frantically over her body. Massaging her breasts, you part her thighs with a knee. Your body crushes hers to the floor as she tries to wiggle her way out from under you. She presses her hands against your chest, whispering protests into your.