At one point I called him by his first name, Charles. That annoyed him."Remember my rank. I am Detective Superintendent Gascoigne, I outrank you." He ...houted. The solicitor quietly put him right."Superintendent Gascoigne. You introduced my client to the tapes as plain Mr. Anderson, and not as Inspector Anderson. In intent making him a private person and not a member of the police force. As such your ranking has no bearing." Gascoigne didn't know where to look, although his sergeant had a little. I tried to push his hand away, but he wouldnt be refused. He was so strong that I couldnt even budge his hand as he twirled my nipple between his finger and thumb. I gritted my teeth and struggled not to make noise. He squeezed my whole tit in his hand, gradually harder and harder until I moaned. That must have been what he wanted to hear, because his grip relaxed. Then, the huge hand began to slide lower, leaving my left nipple throbbing. He rubbed my belly through the silk, then continued to. I was sat admiring the greenery around me when a young lad dressed in a school uniform sat oppose to me, he said "Hello", I replied and asked him which school he went to, he replied "The one over there" pointing over my shoulder, now I knew there was a school there cos I used to go out with a girl who went there, thirty years ago.I asked him why he wasn't in school, the time was 10:45am, he said he was in 6th form and he hated it, I asked him how old he was he replied "18", we had a. I put on the clothes he had laid out for me and met him in the hallway. He started walking quickly out of the hotel, I follwed in behind him wondering what was going on. He didn't stop once we were outside, I treaded behind him trying not to fall in snow. He finally stopped deep inside the dark woods. " They have your picture posted on the news. Their saying that your disapernce might have something to do with those campers we killed, we have to move and fast." He didn't give me any kind of.