I stepped over to the passenger’s side window and leaned in. Pam was wearing her tennis outfit, which exposed quite a bit of her long legs and beaut...ful thighs. Her pleated skirt was bunched up and it didn’t take much for me to realize she was again sans panties. “Whatcha up to?” Pam asked as I leaned in the window of her car. “Finishing up some yard work,” I replied. “Do you feel like some tennis?” Pam asked. As she spoke, she twirled a lone finger in a strand of her long brown hair. I was. ‘Well, it’s up to you. But my theory is that if we go back to your dorm, your roommate will eventually interrupt us. So I thought, considering neither of us have classes in the morning, and I did in fact promise you a party, we’d go somewhere where we could have a little bit of fun.’ And for the first time all evening I let my guard down, and said what I was thinking. ‘Personally, I thought we were having fun where we were. But if there is such a thing as having even more fun, I’m all ears.’. "Hi" I mumbled. "Come over here boy" I heardMarta saying, and as I walked to stand in front of her in the middle of theroom I could feel her gaze inspecting me from head to toe and she was smiling.I felt very embarrassed and vulnerable standing just like that trying not toupset my mother in front of this scary lady, the owner of our house. Marta was smokingand still quite, just looking at me, I could feel the tense in the room, shewas waiting for my mother. My mother opened her mouth but she. .. no, I don't think so." He had been sitting with his feet propped on his desk, leaning back in his chair with his hands behind his head. Staring at Jeff for a moment longer, he turned his head slightly to lock eyes with the colonel."What's the name of those two people we got from the FBI a couple years ago?" Uh, Davis and Cochran, as best I remember, Sir." Surely, they know how to interview a rape victim. I think we'll handle this doctor ourselves. Let's get the two ex-FBI people to talk to.