Pitch walked closer to Kirstie, moving just by her in order to see the flat tire. She smelled great.“Flat, alright,” Pitch said. “I’d change i... for you, but I’ve got this back problem,” Pitch said, palms of his hands pressed against the small of his back. Then he turned his palms up.“Can I use your cell?” Kirstie asked.“You could… but it looks like I don’t have service here either,” Pitch said as he pulled it out of the holder and examined the full service bars.Pitch pointed to the restroom. She showered, not only to remove the smells and stains of her victim's feces and urine, but to remove forensic evidence as well, half a bottle of bleach to corrupt anything left in the pipe, and the clothes were washed immediately thereafter, in the dark and dingy washroom in the basement.A thorough vacuuming of the apartment with a very expensive, very good vacuum cleaner, a trip to a garbage dumpster twelve blocks away to dump the canister's contents, and she returned to the apartment,. She’d said she missed feeling his cock sliding inside her juicy cunt and couldn’t wait until they could be together again. She had also said she thought she was expecting his baby and fully expected him to help her ‘take care of it.’ He assumed she meant an abortion. That was fine by him. Someday he wouldn’t mind having a kid, but not now, not unless he could bring the kid up in a stable home. Right now, Ty couldn’t offer that, so he wasn’t opposed to an abortion if Heather wasn’t. It wouldn’t. "NO!" shouted Niomi trying to slap him as she had before. But he was prepared this time and caught her by the wrist. Pulling both her hands up above her head and pinning them against the wall with one hand, he slapped her viciously with the other."Hyota! No!" was all she could manage before a second and then a third slap stunned her."We can play your little game if you wish with you pretending you don't want it!" I don't want it. No..."He grabbed the obi and pulled it from her, the kimono.