‘But if I could see my client now I would appreciate it,’ Amy said firmly. The constables were happy to provide Amy with an interview room in whic... she could talk to her client. But the woman waiting for her, Sophie Griffiths, wasn’t exactly what Amy had expected. She wasn’t as nervous as most of the people Amy talked to in police stations. Her clients tended to be afraid, or in denial, or eager to cut some sort of deal. Some of them were even angry. Sure, Sophie looked angry. But the sort of. She shook her head and led me to my own bedroom. Had she set up a tryst there? No, it was empty, though the sheets were turned back in preparation for use. She led me to the bed and began gently to undress me.Partly out of curiosity and partly to humor her, I allowed her to continue. I noticed that she wasn't too careful about the way she removed my blouse and then my bra; her hands were touching me, almost as if she were feeling me up. Then her hands loosed my skirt and tugged at my panties.. " Ah, good smut." She smiled."Yeah. Cunts, tits, moans, and such."My mind began to race with thoughts of her filling big places in the story I was working on. It was not a big leap for me to also see her filling the empty spot next to me in bed as well."Sounds like more fun than writing software. I'm staying about 10 miles back towards the bridge at what seems like the only hotel left on the island. Me and about 10 other guests."She lay on her side facing me, a hand rested on her mound, a. Then Diane took the spoon from me, put it down and took holdof my hand, and began to gush about how pretty my nails were.I about died right there, and if Teri hadn't stepped in I don't knowwhat I would have done. As it was, Fran and Teri both laughed and toldDiane to chill before "the poor boy fainted". She did, and then thefour of us just began to talk. The girls set the table, and when thefood was ready I brought it to the table and served everyone. The girlsloved the way they were being.