"Good evening Mr. Matthews," the voice said when my dad answered the door. "I'm Detective Charles, this is Officer Andrews, we're with the Clark Count... Sheriff's office, I wonder if we might have a word with you?" Clark County?" Dad asked. "I've never heard of a Clark County in California." Clark County is in Nevada, Mr. Matthews, we're from Las Vegas." Las Vegas? What could you possibly want to talk to us about?" We're looking for a young girl, a runaway; she was last seen at a church in this. W for support but clearly founds none.Millie: Does this mean I am getting fired?Millie is fighting back the tears that are welling up in her eyes.Mr. C: I am afraid it is much more than that. I am going to have to send a clear message that such behavior will not be tolerated. The police will need to get involved. I would imagine you're looking at some serious jail time.Both men sat in silence as they watch the poor woman completely lose it, sobbing uncontrollably. Finally after several minutes,. The water had cooled enough for me to touch and I wrung out the hot towel and folded it into a pad which I pressed between Jessie's legs. This soaked up most of the water and helped to relieve the numbness in her flesh that had been inflicted by the ice.In order to give Jessie some time to recover from the ice ****, I started whipping her thighs and pussy with my special whip, striking only hard enough to redden her skin without cutting or bruising her. Jessie played up to the whip with great. “She’ll be back when she’s ready.” “I can’t work like that,” Murdock complained. “I need my assistant.” “And your assistant needs to know she’s needed,” Lena shot back at him. “Caitlyn, please, baby,” he pleaded. “We’ve got that big outdoor wedding tomorrow evening.” “I know,” she said, reaching up on her tiptoes to kiss him on the cheek. “I’ll be back in time.” Lena drove the three blocks to Caitlyn’s apartment so she could change clothes. “I don’t have a car,” Caitlyn told her. “Mostly I ride.