A plainclothes detective stood beside the car asking me for every detail I could remember, starting with the moment the dead guy showed up in my car. ...I wiped my bloody hands with a handiwipe, futilely trying to remove the blood. Gloves made this type of thing so much less messy. My voice sounded mechanical to my ears, almost monotone, as I answered the officer. I drank the coffee and tried to feel something, but all the emotion seemed to have bled out of me like the blood-soaked, sheet-draped. As soon as Jay felt the heat generated by the slap, he almost seemed to be spreading it out as his hand stroked over her cheeks and his fingers touching her anal ring and lower onto then into her cunt.Andrea shocked by the now unexpected slap, suddenly tensed back up only to relax as she felt Jay's finger's pushing into her hot soaking wet cunt. Once more Jay whispered, "Well fuck toy, I am waiting, what bitch not nothing to say?"Once more Jay had his hand raised, and an irate Andrea, tried to. We were chatting about her college, her boyfriend, how he moved to a different state and she was working to get money to go see him. A light bulb went off in my head instantly, I am gonna fuck this girl. As I was finished up my meal she came over and have me my check, she smiled. I went up to the register and asked her how much does she make in a night, she said around $45 a night with tips. I kinda laughed and asked her if she wanted to make $600 tonight. This eager college girl said hell yeah. I do not know what we have done to make you hate us so,but forgive me and help us. I beg it of you." Edgar pulled his foot from her clasp and sat in a nearby chair. Her tearsmoved him but not in the way she was hoping. Her weeping had given him a strongerection. Edgar finally ordered her to dry her eyes. At one time he had cravedthe public humiliation of Mario Zamut… but he saw now that keeping thematter private might prove even more satisfying. He told her that as a favorto her he would save.