What grabbed our attention as we rolled by was that the woman in question under the streetlight had just been grabbed by the arm and jerked into a van...without windows, and the van sped off long before any negotiations could possibly have been conducted.So many prostitutes are raped and murdered in California that we felt compelled to investigate. I killed the headlights and depended on FLIR to guide me safely as we followed the van. It was pretty late at night, but the van was still noticeable. It was my own fault. I was the one who ended it. I didn't think I could stand to go home and see Curt with someone else. It was just easier to hide in San Francisco, lonely and miserable.I was eating lunch at my desk when my telephone started ringing. I looked at the caller ID and smiled."Hi, Mom." Hello, Baby Girl. How are you today?"I grimaced at my mother's pet name for me. At 24, I was a little old to be called 'Baby Girl' but Mom would never change. I listened with half an ear as I. It seemed to alleviate the pain to some degree.Heather gazed down at him with an expression of mock sympathy. "Iknow, Pookie... it doesn't feel so good. Just remember, this isnothing compared to what a woman goes through every month."She turned the valve on the tubing once again and the rest of thesolution being draining into his ass."AAAGGGHH!!! It's so full!" Relax. It's almost done. This should get easier each time you do it.I know it feels rough right now, but believe me babe, it's going to. "Hi honey. I'm glad you're finally home. Let's eat so we can fuck!" What's gotten into you Wendy?" Nothing, I just want to love on my husband after he's provided for us all week."We head into the dining room and spread the food out over the table. He finishes his drink and go to fix him another. I keep my eyes on him, blinking my lashes when our eyes meet. I use my chopsticks to put the noodles into my mouth and suck them in, licking my lips as I do. I continue my seduction during the meal. I.