Dammit, I don't know what I want." She was pacing up and down."Why is Tosca so different?" I asked. There'd been none of this pent-up edginess before ...he Traviata opening, just a sure confidence; I was the one who'd been wired then."I don't know, it just is," she told me sharply. Then she suddenly looked at me fully for the first time all morning and her face crumpled. "No, I tell a lie, Nicky. I do know, it's this way every time I sing it, but today particularly. It's just so damned. It was my sister. I screamed at him and he put his hand over my mouth. “Watch it, or be out on the street.” I kept watching. He laid her on the bed and started licking her pussy. She was moaning and begging for him to do it more. I started getting turned on, even though I was pissed. He started rubbing my pussy through my panties. “See what a little whore you are? You are getting hot watching me fuck your own sister.” Soon he was fucking her hard, it was the most erotic and painful experience. Cold? She offered, spreading her fleece throw-size blanket over the both of us. I smiled appreciatively, but gasped when her hand that was under the blanket was suddenly resting on my knee. I gazed at her questioneningly for a moment before my eyes flew to look around us, everyone was preoccupied. But what was she doing? Her fingers danced across my legging covered knee, and Kathlyn moved closed for a moment, whispering huskily in my ear as if telling a secret. The moment I saw you all wet out. I decided to catch the actual thieves first and get them to rat off their accomplices.So here I was wearing a thrift shop blouse and skirt, ratty B-ball Jordan's and my hair done up in a bandanna dutifully pushing a broom and looking inconspicuous. I've found that people have a tendency to look right through custodial personnel like they weren't there, so it was a perfect cover for surveillance.I had been on the job for a week now and all I had to show for it was a growing dislike for the smell.