’ He looked at several of the photos. ‘And getting more brutal. It was only a matter of time before he killed someone.’ Mike held up four photos...from four different rapes. ‘Who do these women remind you of?’ Three women were all pretty and dark haired. The fourth was blond, but statuesque and beautiful. ‘It’s Christie. They were surrogates for Christie,’ Mike said. He started opening boxes and pulling out photos. Most of the women resembled Christie to one degree or another. ‘I’ll bet he wanted. . embracing... kissing... her eyes glanced to the window, meeting his in the darkness. Her fingers rose in a tiny wave.She stepped back from her companion, her fingers reaching behind... finding the zipper and sliding it down. The dress pooled at her feet and her Alabaster skin glowed in the soft room light.She was naked beneath the dress. Her companions’ hands caressed her and she turned... as if to present herself to her admirer outside.Lips brushed her nipples and her fingers pulled at his. A minute or so later, an impatient soul called out, "HEY, ALFIE! WHAT DO YOU SEE?" There was no answer from the roof, so the question was repeated. Still no answer, so the impatient soul started climbing to see for himself. He met the same fate as Alfie.Soon there were more calls of "WHAT'S GOIN' ON UP THERE?" and similar questions from several of the men on the ground. After a while, another man was delegated to investigate the roof. He was less impetuous when he looked over the coping, but,. " His voice was deep with a hint of the Islands in it. His presence was very compelling and when he offered me his hand I gave him mine. His hand was huge and he gently guided me into his home. "Jonah," his voice booming as he led me into the living room. "You have company." With a wave of his hand, I sat on the couch as he indicated. "You must excuse my attire. I was just finishing working out." He stood directly in front of me and it was then that I noticed the outline of his cock. The damn.