Can I help you?"the young lady at the front desk of the police station asked as shecupped her hand over her cellphone. Before I had time to answer, sh...gave me a judgmental once-over. "Do you need to speak to a specificofficer, ma'am?" No. Um, any detective will do," I muttered. I have zero ID on me, andI'm dressed in blue spandex. The last thing I needed to do is stir uptrouble. But I still needed help. I just have to be calm and..." If you have a seat one of the detectives will be with you in. He lowered the top and latched it closed, locking her in once more. But this time they were alone and they would be undisturbed. "Now then Miss Bell, you seem to be very interested in this device. Is there some reason for your fascination?" he asked. "Um, well, I...” She said, unable to find the words. "I thought as much," he said. He laid his hand on the small of her back and Chelsea moaned, this time audibly. "Yes, my dear, that is your nature, calling you, awakening within you. The hidden. I even stopped in the middle of the aisle and tried onseveral pairs of Wal-Mart's finest pumps. They were on sale, so Ipurchased five pair in different colors. I wasn't worried--my credit cardhad a $10,000 limit and I intended to max it out as soon as possible.All the while I kept thinking that the sooner I got dressed up, thesooner I would be able to feast on a few more luscious cocks. It was allI could think about, and I suspect that if Peters wasn't by my siderestraining me I might have. Evidently, Cynthia Davidson wasn’t her real name either because officials could discover no valid driver’s license... or next of kin... or place of birth... or anything else. All of the equipment was evidently paid for, so once the police released the crime scene, the lease was voided out by the owners of the strip mall and it was just a matter of Stan cleaning everything out and making it look like Momma Ling’s had never existed.The one problem was that all of the equipment had to be stored.