" He got no further when the young man cut himoff with a loud Brooklynish voice."Hayas Harold. Lookin' for a Doimond in the rough are youse? Only adol...ah. Who knows mebbey youse can find what you've lost inside."As shocked as he was at the man knowing his name, Harold was even morestartled at his seeming insight."What? How? Who?" Names Bahkah. Bahkah by name and bahkah by game. Why ask why Harold?The answers to what youse seek are inside. One dollah please."Like an automation Harold reached for. First, at six feet three, he was used to looking down into women’s eyes and used to having them craning their necks to look up at him. At five feet eight and wearing two-inch heels, the girls were only five inches shorter, so Maria was just looking up at a very comfortable angle. But second, as he looked into her eyes he realized he was seeing nothing but joy, purity, and grace. With a small smile he said, “I’m particularly fond of the wine produced in your duchy. It is possibly the finest in. ’ ‘But he left me that box, didn’t he? He broke into my car and left that box. He took her and killed her. He must be watching me. So it is my fault she’s dead.’ Tears slipped down her cheeks despite her best effort to stop them. ‘Listen to me, Kaylee. You didn’t do anything to attract him. This isn’t your fault. You’ve got to believe that, okay?’ ‘Okay,’ she said, but he heard the doubt in her voice. ‘I need to get a statement from you. I’m going to have you taken downtown. I want you to wait. Once inside the room I unclipped Tammy's leash. I then looked at her beautiful body unsure of what to say."You don't know what you're doing do you?" she said breaking the ice."Well I know my way around a woman's body, but specifically this situation, no. This is new." No problem. Everybody is new sometime. I'll tell you what. I'm so horny right now I'd fuck that doorknob if you couldn't get it up. Look through Mistress Stephanie's bag and see if anything inspires you otherwise I'd be happy if.