Then he switched his story to say he was a failing inventor. He had seenme with my board and wanted to steal it. This was more believable, butstill di...n't explain the tie-wraps.I told the officers that my parents were divorced and that my father wasa purist that hated MORFS survivors like me. I told them also that I wasafraid he might have been hired by my father to kidnap me for somethingbad.They had called my Mom in the meantime and she rushed over to theprecinct. As soon as she saw me, we. He was behind me, and every time I leaned for a binder at the end of the table I got the distinct feeling he was checking out my ass. For some reason I’d chosen to wear a shorter than usual skirt that day and I was sure he could see my lacy thong when I bent over. He could surely see the lace tops of my stockings. One time I turned quickly and caught his eyes firmly planted on my legs. He shot his eyes in the other direction, but there was no mistaking it.“Why don’t you let me finish this,” I. “This is what you want,” she says.I can’t tell if it’s a question or a demand, but I nod, regardless.She sighs, a cooing giggle trickling from her throat. Raising her fingers to her mouth, she gives two of them a suck, withdrawing them slowly from her plush, crimson lips, and painting them with one final drag of her tongue for good measure. I can see the sheen of saliva coating her fingers as she reaches down to her crotch. Another playful giggle slips through her grinning teeth like an. "Sam ... I shouldn't have treatedyou like that. Shouldn't have dismissed you as a friend."Jen shook her head and jumped to her feet. "No! Save your damnedapologies, Sammy. You aren't sorry for what you did back then. Becauseyou don't remember doing it. What you're feeling now is pity. Pity for mefor the way my best friends, my only friends, treated me like somethingthey'd stepped in. "Lee shook his head. "By that same admission," he said, "you're punishingPee-Jay for something she didn't.