Both were crying, fearing the worst, in line with the stories they had heard.A dark haired girl, more a youth on the threshold of womanhood, stood up ...alm and erect from her chair and stepped boldly forward. The officer held up his gloved hand, and indicated with a wave of a couple of fingers that the girl step to one side, away from the fire and the light, where he joined her as close as possible without them touching. They spoke in quiet whispers, heads close together, so that the others. ”Everyone downed their glass in one go. June put her glass down on the edge and started to use her right hand to stroke through her pussy curls and slowly used her left hand to rub over her belly, up to her tits, and pinching her nipples.She started telling about her life, her interests and how she became from a shy girl from a very religious family into an open and sexual free women after she met up with her husband, who now, 2 years ago had passed away in a drowning accident when he was. You trusted me let me get close to you, and I did what I did and pushed you away. I will never do that again. I will never hurt you again.”“I learned the hard way that when I hurt you, my lovely Mick, you withdraw utterly. I know that you did that to protect yourself and not to get even with me.”We sat and talked about the potatoes and the eggs and the quality of the fresh squeezed orange juice. Occasionally one of us would drop a hand and just touch the leg of the other. We smiled and ate and. All I'm asking for is a chance here." Really Mr Stern, it isn't like that. I've just changed my mind."He took a deep breath, and let it back out. There didn't seem to be anything else to say.After a short silence, she said "How much do I owe you?"Stern opened his notebook and gloomily added up the bill. Having worked on the case for less than twenty-four hours, and having had very little time to dream up unusual expenses, the total was distressingly low, especially considering what he might.