When they hire you, the client is always sure, they just want your verification but when you do, they’re devastated. I was sure that Mr. Clark woul... be no different from all the others and as much as I hate to see a grown man cry, I don’t get paid until they see the evidence. However, I was wrong about him and you just can’t believe how much a detective hates to be wrong. Usually you give the client the photos and they may look at one or two but once the reality sets in they’ve seen enough.. And in ways I hadn't imagined. I can't really still believe how excited images of sweet, pretty girls being led up onto scaffolds are. Nooses hung around necks. Eyes taking a last look at the world. I can't believe how fluttery I feel when I look at pictures of sweet, pretty girls being impaled, the long, spiked pole sliding into their cunts, the sense of horror as they feel themselves lifted and supported only through the wood that is forcing its way deeper into their guts, slowly killing. His dark hand was in between Ana’s thighs and I was sure he was caressing her pussy as they danced.After letting Ana enjoy two pieces, I walked up and waved her over.When the black guy realized she was not alone there, he excused himself and left."You looked friendly a moment ago..." I remarked to my sexy Ana.She giggled answering:"Oh, yes… he was trying to pick me up, as he was feeling my body”I asked her if she was aroused and Ana said of course she was; this guy had told her he would fuck. Marina realized that she couldn’t tell if Vibex was male or female. She wasn’t entirely sure whether Vibex was even human. But it would be rude to ask, so she kept quiet.One thing she did know was that Vibex’s voice was very soothing, and she found herself feeling much calmer. She was grateful for that, as she was starting to regret not allowing Janice to give her something for her nerves.The room looked empty. But as soon as Vibex indicated that Marina should sit down, a chair seemed to.