I have no one to whisper to. I have lost again and look away with eyes full of remorse and hurt and that glint of fear. Fear of the pain? No…more ac...urately described as fear of failure. What kind of mother will I be? Hands explore a surface so hard and round and promising, feeling that pulse of life within, wishing I could look like this forever and have someone to whisper to. And then the pain came, and I wonder why I was not in fear of it. Pain like a river, a waterfall, an earthquake…pain. To step ahead I started the healthy flirt-Me- I didn’t think I will be lucky that such a lovely lady will be with me as my co-passenger and will even sip beer with me.She- Haha, really sir?Me-Yes, btw I am Jas.She- I guess someone is driving very slow.Me- Hey I think I am greedy.She- What?Me- How can I drive fast when you are with me? Feeling like for a long drive with you.She- Oh, really, someone is sounding romantic.Me- When a beauty like you is with me under the roof of stars, then how can I. The automatic meant his left hand was free to touch me up as he drove. He lived in the Midlands, was travelling for work and enjoyed a bit of female company. He chatted and chatted whilst his left hand crept up my leg and began rubbing my pussy. I really did not like him. But I was out of my normal zone acting like a real working girl, you just have to suck it up literally. He pulled in down a dark back street.He pushed his seat back and asked me to push my seat back too, as far as it would go.. On this table, however, a body lay. The body had been placed inside of a large vinyl bag, and the bag had been zipped shut. Moving forward towards the body, Morganson said, “we’ve already discussed all the details so I will spare you any more explanations. Please just let us know if you recognize her.” And with that, he unzipped the bag.A small, pale face appeared, eyes shut with pink lips pressed together in what could almost be construed as a smile. Falling down from that face was a tangle of.