Finding who killed you is the most important thing to me. When that scum is dead, then I can live, but until you are free from this place and are able...to go and be with your father, there is nothing else that is important.’ Scarlett put the can of Pepsi on the living room table, and grabbed the thick notebook that lay in the center of the table. She flipped it open, going over all her notes. Everything that she’s worked on to create the machine that will find her friends killer. Stopping at one. " What about your dress, is it all done? You need any help?" I asked."It's all done, I turned in the project earlier this morning."Tammy was a fashion design student. She is really a girly girl. Althoughshe is quite shy compared to me and Claire, the clothes that she designsare quite edgy and provocative. We never had any trouble looking goodsince she is our beauty consultant. I guess me and Tammy have picked upthe artistic genes from our mothers. Both of our biological fathers aretranssexuals. My breasts now free and open I moved up, lowering my nipple to her mouth. The warm wetness of her lips surrounding me; her tongue caressing me; her mouth, loving and wanted! Drawing back I moved my other breast to her loving attentions; sensations flowed through my breast and holding her close I rolled us over wanting her on top of me, wanting the touch of her mound against my own; wanting her to be free to linger from one breast to the other as my nipples became more and more engorged and. Unsure why his eyes had for some reason stayed put as they moved over this rather regular site he reached his hand out and grabbed and was amazed at the weight of it.He unravelled the paper to see what it was that was given it this extra weight and was amazed at what he found. It was a purple jewel cut into an eye shape with the pupil of the eye a spiral.He quickly shoved it in his pocket and when it got to his bus stop he dashed out and headed for home. It was only when he got to his bedroom.