The young, handsome man couldn’t stop gazing at Essie. Joe couldn’t blame him. The cute, dark haired woman focused on Joe. “You look familiar,�...� she said in perfect English, albeit accented.“I’m a writer,” he told her.“Joe,” she said. Her eyes widened. “Joseph Solomon!”“Guilty as charged,” he chuckled.“I was an exchange student.”“Where?”“Iowa of all places. Spent a cold year there.”“Where?”“Iowa City. I heard about the Iowa Writers Workshop there. I guess I wanted to get some of its effect via. Be bad.’ His hands slowly glided up her thighs, she reached out blindly until she found the blinds to her office, and twisted them shut. ‘Be bad…’ He growled again, his fingers finding the outline of her thong. He smiled, she thrust her fingers into his hair as his head disappeared under her skirt. She felt his lips trace her now sopping pussy, his teeth catch her panties as he pulled them to the floor. His tongue traced her pussy so gently… she was aching for him. ‘I’m… I’m a married. " I filled him in on the cast of suspects and then we arrived atthe estate.A butler escorted us into a sitting room where all of them had gathered.I saw Diane and Hector sitting with people that were obviously theirparents. Another man, obviously Bob Strock, sat at a desk. Steveintroduced us to them and said that I was a special consultant on thecase. I stepped up to the fore and said that although I had only met thevictim once, she had hired me and I was determined to find her killer.Diane and. "But... somehow you changed me?"The old woman nodded. "Into a young woman. So you'd fit in. There are no men in my park to disturb the privacy of the girls." She watched the unbelieving stares of Mike and Cindy. "You're here. You've changed. So you might as well enjoy the park. After the changes wear off, your children won't remember anything except a fun day at a water park."Mike glanced at Cindy. "So this wears off when we leave?"The old woman shook her head. "Sometime tonight it'll wear.