Probably just some jack-off eating donuts while perving on her. Maybe even tickling the pickle on his break. If he’d parked closer or stayed much lo...ger, she would’ve moved on. As the young man sheathed the baton in his duty rig and approached her, it seemed a confrontation was inevitable.“Evenin Ma’am. I’d like a word, if you don’t mind.”“Have all the words you want. I’ll decide if there’s any worth responding to.”“Hey now, no need to get hostile. What’s your name?”“Valerie.”“That your real. '', he pleaded, leading me to his car. ''Where is Billy?'', I asked with a false calmness. ''I'm sorry to have to tell you this, but I'm afraid he is dead Miss,'' the officer told me. I fell to my knees sobbing, holding my belly, rocking back and forth. ''Please, Miss. Let me take you home.''. He knelt down hugging me to try and console me. ''My name is Jessica. And I want to see my fiancé. Now!'' I told him with anger. ''No, not right now Jessica. I will take you home and once the coroner has. "Here, you can change in the powder room down here, while I'll put on my official 'helper' clothes upstairs," she instructed. Then she turned and walked up the staircase, and out of my sight.I had my coveralls on, and was opening the boxes containing the new appliances, when Steph came back down the stairs. She had changed into jeans, tennis shoes, and an oversized sweatshirt. I wasn't entirely sure, but it looked to me like she had ditched the bra."OK," she smiled and said, "What can I do to. My father made his feelings for me clear one night when he put his hand up my skirt, and told me that he had wanted to fuck me from the age of thirteen. I suppose I should have been angry or scared, instead I was just turned on. That was the night that daddy and I made love for the first time. I had spent years not talking to my mom, as fur as I was concern she was out of our lives for good. My father no longer had any use for her, he was no longer in love with her, I was the only woman in his.