Unless I found the evidence to convict him, I knew I was a dead woman. I spent weeks in that attic. Going through all of the trunks, looking through a...l of the albums. I got to know his family very well through letters and clippings I found. But, most of all, I discovered myself falling in love with Simon and his parents. And more and more convinced that Simon’s was not the only murder that Jeff had committed. But I could find no evidence of his hatred in that attic – something that, deep down,. He seemed to be following me , I'd look back and smile at him every now an then , as I kept walking looking into the cubical's , rubbing myself through the towel . I needed a cock now and walked back to my cube with him following . Sitting on the mattress with the door ajar waiting for him to look in , when he did I motioned him inside , he closed the door behind him an sat next to me . '' Does she know '' , holding his hand my finger on the ring , '' Or is it your secret '' , he smiled. She knew he was guilty. It was a matter of finding the evidence to prove it. That smug little man might think he had gotten away with it, but he wasn’t counting on the relentless Sergeant Keenan. ______________________________________________________ Kathryn lived in a cute little two bedroom Cape on the northeast side of town. As a single parent raising a son, she had all the usual difficulties plus the rotating schedule of the road patrol. She worked ten days on and four days off, on. Regis. Everything is taking place there, dinner and show andthe guy has a room there so at least I don't have to go outside lookinglike this. Do you have a jacket I can borrow to get to the cab?" I have one that will be perfect, at least your boobs will be covered,your legs are on their own," Ashley giggled.The cab arrived and Brenda left with a promise to take good care ofAshley's jacket.Brenda knew her dress was short but after sitting down in the back of thecab she realized just how short it.