Except that it wasn't.He spent half an hour just looking around, trying to remember something, but nothing came to him. He found the stuffed frog ridi...g the motorcycle and examined it. Next to it was what looked like a big plastic, red and black lady bug. When he picked that up, he discovered it was a telephone.He almost dropped it as the memory of it came back into his mind, like a rushing wind. His sister's face popped into his mind. Her name, June, popped in with it and so did the face and. "Feed the need but leave it unsatisfied" could have been her motto, it was certainly her modus operandi. What made Vanessa a coquette and not a cock-teaser was that boys were moved by her sex-siren call, but none saw the allure for what it was; they just felt it and so were drawn in.So it's little wonder Tom Peterson, living and longing so near that virtuous but voluptuous vixen was caught in her web of wonton, womanly wiles. She was stunning and he was stunned. Their relationship had a mutual. Letterhead. Envelopes, the entire deck. Right now I was struggling with a tag line. A motto, a credo, something pithy.“Winter Jennings, World’s Greatest Detective.”Except.Except Elvis Cole in LA already has that one corralled. Hmm... “Winter Jennings, World’s Greatest Detective. In Kansas City.” Fuck. Not even true. Daddy for one.“Winter Jennings, World’s Greatest Detective. In Kansas City. In the Livestock Exchange Building.” There.Wait. Do I need to check the building directory? Double. .. almost. I could smell the arousal from Amber’s soaking wet, naked twat due to this news, not that she was shocked by it. Between the vows, my recent instructions to her on many occasions, and the crotchless panties that I told the visibly pregnant Amber to wear, she knew the score. She still obeyed me first, but now Jack was officially second among her dominators. Naturally, this fact only turned her on even more.“Then, by the power vested in me by the State of Nevada, and by the Goddess.