" "Has she had any stimulants in the last eight hours?" "No, Mistress." "Good." Stephanie had ceased to carry her medical bag over the years since... she had stopped practicing, but ever since the two incidents at Janet's house, she would always take it with her. She opened the bag, and withdrew a hypodermic needle and a vial of liquid. Stephanie then upended the vial, and filled the syringe, with Janet watching, not comprehending what Stephanie was doing. "Is Mistress Tiffany. . I couldn’t find a starting place. No opportunity ... she didn’t stop.Even over the roar of an engine being tested I heard the Cobra arrive.“That’ll be your ride.” she said as we found ourselves at a side door. Out we went, the three of us, as Mel powered around the drive to the lot.The girl ... I still didn’t know who she was ... shut up ... ceased talking, anyway. She didn’t shut her mouth. Carl drooled. Mel slid to a stop, turned off the engine, flipped her Ray Bans up to the top of her. Was she serious? Was he supposed to answer or would it simply aggravate her further? I said, where did you fuck that fucking little fucking whore?! His wife was losing her patience. Did you fuck her in our bed? Obviously, He gestured at the surrounding. His clothes lay on the floor along with some of the young girls school uniform. She still had on her tie and socks as Fred loved the look. How many times? Today? You fucking fucked her on more than one occasion? He just blew his cover story. . We roamed about in the city in the evening , she holding my hand all the time in the evening. We took light supper in the guest house and went to sleep. I was sleeping at one edge of double bed when she asked me to come closer to her.We discussed about the interview. I marked she had no hesitancy in removing the thin saree ( for she had somehow forgotten to bring her night suit) over her blouse.I was almost feeling sleepy when she opened up her blouse.Her bra was pressing her soft breast.