'I love kissing', she whispered, 'even girls', she paused, before adding, 'girls like you Frida'.My heart leapt I was in love and tried to reach up an... kiss her back, oh how I ached to go further. 'Lets go to the pool', she suggested and got off the bed and removed her top. I watched mesmerized, as each perfect orb of flesh just popped in to view, she smiled as she studied my face, 'You like my tits', she asked me, squeezing them? I nodded, dumbfounded as I stared and watched nipples harden in. She came to me to discuss my thoughts on having a boob job? I wasn’t too fazed but she explained that Mum and Dad thought it abnormal, and only for tarts and whores. I was shocked and said that not only did I support her, but I could lend her the money, from the winnings of my last tournament. She was overjoyed and we hugged and she wept. Appointments were made and we went to the clinic together, first for support but also because I was paying. We ended up filling out the paperwork together,. She bent over the chest cooler to clean the bottom, and her short skirt revealed a very lovely pussy that could have come right of a twenty year old. No panties, and no crotch to the hose. For various reasons that night, I did not comment, or let her know it had happened. I just kept the memory for my self.This changed a couple of months later, however. This particular night, there was a large group of us staying after hours. I had been trying to cut back on the amount I had been drinking, but. It was a then that the shakes hit her. The full realization of what she had done set in, and she lost control of her body for several minutes. Finally her practical side started to take over again. She knew she was in a bind. She had just killed someone, and there were no witnesses to corroborate her story.Bonnie unclipped her cell-phone from her belt and dialed Lt.Slavens' number. He answered on the first ring. "Art, I'm in serious trouble. Can you talk?" Sure, Bonnie, what's wrong?" Art, I.