"And what will you be doing? Just watching?" "Video taping, actually," I said. "Wow . . ." "Well?" "When?" Chase asked aft...er another lingering pause, his voice determined, interested. "How does tonight sound? Eight o'clock," I suggested, pulling up in front of Chase's squat little house, breaks squealing slightly. His car sat broke down in the driveway, its chipped blue paint job shining dully under late-afternoon sunlight. The wife's car was gone, Vanessa. John had had a good idea with his 'finding' missing persons idea. I just needed to figure out how to give the proper authorities the information they needed, without becoming suspect number one, or involve my parents.First, I looked into unsolved crimes of the past. I needed something that I could point the authorities at, from a 'safe distance'. I needed to be able to supply a prime suspect for them. I had seen enough science fiction on TV to know that 'the psychic' was always a prime suspect. She had cum that way before with her fingers, was looking forward with glee to using toys, and with absolute delight to the time Johnny would take her that way. She couldn’t wait for that. It took a fast few minutes with her fingers on her clit to gain some clear space to think and plan. * * * Jen rearranged her room somewhat. She had found a couple of Cheval-styled mirrors in the attic, and used them to complement the mirror on her closet door. Moving the dresser and vanity gave her two more. "Whatcha do to Gor-DON?" Gracie asked when I got back to the bar."He's gay." I said."No waaaaaaaaaay." Gracie said. She was really pissed now. "He was really into you." He was." I said, returning to my Drink Vicky persona. "Until he discovered I was a woman." Noooooo." Gracie said in shock. "You're a WOMAN?"She stared at me intently then lowered her eyes to my tits and said in an amazed voice."Are these tits, then? I never even noticed them before."She leaned forward and poked a finger between.