Shit, she knew 'em all, could've been there the night they died, doesn't have an alibi. Migod, surely there's something you can find." John Simms sigh...d. "I know, Sarge. She looks good for it. But we can't even get the coroner to call it homicide. Cause of death exhaustion. What the fuck is that? No weapon, no motive, nothing."Most of the heat came from the lawyer a week before. His family had political clout, and wanted action, particularly because of the big gift the guy had made to the Platt. There weren't more than a dozen customers but there were two bare-breasted women dancing on the bar. Neither of them were especially good looking but their bouncing boobs and the way they moved their hips was enough to stir me up a little. Careful not to bump into any chairs, I edged my way to the bar to get a closer look. The dancer with the biggest boobs squatted down in front of an old guy and waved her butt back and forth in front of his face. She had some bills tucked into her G-string so. He was already scrambling in the dirt, trying to get to his feet while squeezing his dick in one hand.Her eyes were dark and mysterious, her whole body an amalgamation of different plants. Her skin had minor flaws that reminded him of the wrinkles on a sweet potato, or an unwashed carrot. Her breasts lacked nipples, instead coming to a pair of rounded points like the bottom of a turnip. She ran her hands along the sides of her body, slender fingers finding and toying with the soft, blonde curls. “Yes, Master.” “Good, you should be,” he responded as his thumb manipulated my clit. “Now go get ready so we can leave soon; I have work to finish.” “But, Ma…,” I stopped as he looked at me with a serious face. “Yes, Master,” I said quickly walking away. Fuck! I’m so horny I can’t believe he did that. Note to self: be sure to do that to Grant. Another Frustrating Lesson Ashley and Master were already waiting for me at the front door when I came quickly down the stairs. “Sorry, Master, it takes.