The stain on the inside of the crotch was large and whitish. She knew what it was. Cum!The woman reeled with the impact of the discovery. She had susp...ected that the girl was more sexually aware than she appeared to be but the sudden proof caught Louise off guard.As she stared at the blatant evidence, she noticed a pinkish tint to the stain. Blood. The obvious clicked. Her virginity. The woman looked at the flower printed design and was sure that they were the panties she had seen on Kathy the. But you're just using this body to do what you want."Was that true? No! It couldn't be!Natasha continued, "You're a slut, Mike. And we all know it. Youfucked both me and my brother in 24 hours." She rummaged in her purse."Which is why I got you this," handing me a box with something pinkwrapped in plastic. She pointed at the box. "That should cool youdown. Keep your screams down, please? Some of us can't work from homeand have to be up early." And with that, she walked out of my room.Hurt by. Lyn laughing said that I seemed to like colours as much as music.Her tastes ran more to popular music, the stuff that reaches the singles charts. Only on some Soft Rock did we find agreement.Lyn seemed very interested in my photography, saying that it had to be a lot more interesting than her job.“Depends on what you class as interesting,” I said. “Having loads of different people coming in, with all sorts of attitudes, must be interesting in one way, and surely leaving you with more than a few. Hard, but not as hard as I could. Cassandra had been fucking around with the wrong Phillip Montgomery. My friend. The father of my son’s girlfriend.She gasped, more shocked than physically hurt. Tears formed in the corners of her dark eyes. She was rubbing her cheek unconsciously. She looked around and sat heavily in a guest chair. I remained standing.“Talk.”She didn’t. But tears were running down her cheeks.“I can’t decide who to go to. New York City Police, that’s obvious. You and Massimino.