"That's quite a few jockstraps, isn't it?" she asked."I'll say," Sandy replied, smiling slightly."My boyfriend prefers them to boxers or briefs," Step...anie explained."I can see why," Sandy said. "They're like thongs, sort of."Stephanie's eyes widened. "Thongs!" she cried. Several customers gave her an odd look. "Of course! Thongs!" She gathered the athletic supporters. "I've changed my mind about buying these," she told the startled cashier. "I'll be right back."As she left the checkout aisle. "Watching you two gave me a strange reaction. When you guys were done, I noticed my panties were wet."I replied, "Yea right."She got out of her captain's chair and crawled over on her knees beside me. "Feel them. They're still wet," she said.I hesitated."Please, I want you to feel them," she begged.I placed my hand on the small of her back and easily slipped it into her loose-fitting shorts. I traced her ass on the outside of her panties. Slowly sliding down, I allowed two of my fingers to. As cops, we're not supposed to take things personally. Criminals get a free ride, and a quick exit from jail if their lawyer is good enough. Melossor was out and about, and a goon of his had already paid John a visit to deliver the message. If he wanted to see his brother alive, he'd play by Melossor's rules — no cops, and show up at a certain warehouse at midnight tomorrow.John took it hard. He wouldn't even consider not doing it, that Alex was facing certain death and/or torture because of. She looked somewhat, disheveled, and she blushed that pale green color again. “Yes Bob, you had a question?”“Yes, as a matter of fact I do. What have you people done to me? First I almost get raped by you this morning and then this afternoon my nurse, Nancy Summers, comes calling in a very short, tight dress with no bra and says that she is horny for me. She even wants to have my baby. Now what is going on? What have you people done to me?” I could see the fear in her eyes, and she almost.