That must be Julio, thought Jack. Two women in pantsuits were seated in armchairs next to the couch. Jack followed Maria to the couch and sat down nex... to her.“This is Detective Velez and Detective Smith. They are here to tell us the latest on the hotel massacre,” said Maria.“That’s not exactly accurate,” said Velez. Both women were cast from the same mold, late thirties, somewhat heavyset, and very world-weary. “Who are you?” she asked.Jack smiled. “I’m Jack Winfield.” He reached across the. I sit and stare between my television and computer screen, my mind keeps remembering the first moment together. We had lay in your bed, the lights were dim. I had just gotten out of the hospital for a serious sports injury and still a bit high from the drugs. We were talking about life and somewhere randomly I bluntly blurted out “I like you, and your fricken hot.” I remember you laughing, still knowing I was dazed and confused from the anesthetics. “Thank you,” you said through your. Tammy giggled and rubbed her hip against his.They went down to the animal holds.Bray introduced her to his camla.Tammy found that they were fascinating animals. She hadn’t bothered to investigate them previously. Bray set up a stool for her and retrieved a sterile bucket.He got her to wash her hands, and then he showed her how to wash the teats, so they too were sterile before she started. He told her they had an automatic milker, but he liked milking, and it seemed to keep the animals’. After the video shoot, I was allowed an unusual moment to relax as the technicians gathered their equipment. I sat against a wall, nude, my knees drawn up against my chest in a vain effort to cover myself. The chain leash I had worn during the last part of the session still dangled between my breasts and through my legs. I stared blankly into space. Until a few weeks ago, only a few boyfriends had ever seen me naked, and then only after weeks of pursuit, presents, and romantic dinners. Now I.