There was nothing she could do. Her whole life she had been taught touching herself was evil so she always tried to ignore the urge. Now, thanks to th...t weird fairy, she was no longer in control of her most intimate parts and they were doing all the touching for her. Her face went flush and she began to moan. She looked down as her nipples began rotating again and then gasped as her breasts began to contract and rotate as if being played with by invisible hands.“Mmm, from the way I’m salivating. We talked for awhile longer and finally he said that hecouldn't take it anymore. He hung up on me!Less than a minute later he came running in the front door. "Joan! I justhad to hold you. If only for a minute." He wrapped his arms around me andkissed me for all he was worth. Mom walked in on us after a minute ortwo."Joan, Sam, are you two using protection?" she asked and burst outlaughing. Sam was nonplused by her statement. I laughed along with Mom.It seemed the easiest thing to do at the. Even that profiler hadn't said much and he thought the feds always wanted to get the spot light.Even when cornered by the press, Detective Big Man Saint hadn't said anything. He knew right then that he needed to do something that would make a big splash, that would show them all that he wasn't someone to be thought of lightly. And the girl in his lab had given him the idea. Detective Nick Saint would take him seriously after this.He straightened from his task, pushing the sweat out of his eyes. But…I have to be honest…I don’t have much to go on. I have one picture of you. If we’re talking erotic literature, there’s going to be some sex going on, or at least some nudity. Something. Something beyond my limited set of facts. I don’t know what you look like, for example, except for your face and hair. Both lovely. But everything else I write…I’ll be making it up. Speculating. I don’t want to get it wrong and offend you.” “You won’t offend me. It’s fiction, right? It doesn’t have to be.