"Some people never go anywhere without their purse," she tipped a nod to the woman's clutch. "I never leave the house without this."The notebook was a...one-off. Its thick cover was bound in denim material. Patterns were sown into it with brightly coloured thread, hearts and flowers and stars of all shapes and sizes. It was as if the design had been doodled by a small child.It was simple. But pretty.The notebook was thick with lined pages. Even in the dim light of the club, she could see the. Suddenly, it occurred to her what Ashley was trying to say. "Never... had an orgasm? Ever?" Nooooo," Ashley half-moaned, half-lamented, squeezing Tasha's hand in rhythm now. "Never... ever... have... oh my god!" It's okay," Tasha murmured, her heart racing as she watched the woman rolling her hips on the Sybian. "Just let it come... let it come..." Please!" Ashley moaned, her eyes opening in panic. "Oh, help me!"Tasha stood on the stool next to the table, bringing her height up, so she was face. She finally called a halt to the review and stretched her back and smiled at Mann."Do you think I am pretty?" she asked suddenly, watching his expressions."Ahh, what kind of question is that?" Mann asked nervously."The kind that requires an answer," Karith replied, watching him intently."You do know that I am considerably older than you, right?" Mann tried to dodge the question."You do not know that for certain, do you?" Karith replied with a twinkle in her eye and a smile on her lips. "But,. The dummy actually had pics of the people he killed. Some of the images were too brutal for me to look at. Later for that.What really got my attention was a folder called "Vidz" buried within several other folders. I decided to check it out. There were a ton of videos in there in no special order. I noticed some of the videos were of him fucking local whores. They were alright. I personally knew a few of them. Then there's the one clip where he's fucking our neighbor's crying daughter; she was.