Next a plump woman in her early 50s entered wearing grey sweat pants and a white t-shirt top, I could see the curvaceous outline of her body, my carna... desires were about to be fulfilled. First she removed her sweat pants revealing her ample pink knickers. She then removed her top displaying her blue bra and providing me with a satisfying view of her wrinkled chubby belly. Removing her bra her bulbous naked breasts came into full view, her large pink areola and fat nipples exposed for me to. The compromise was that I would stay outside the wire. I would be the perimeter guard. If there was trouble, I would keep the exit open till they returned or I died. The last was my order to myself. No matter what I did to ease it, the close to a mile hike from the abandoned service station to the almost abandoned chemical plant was pure hell on my still hurting leg.I was out of breath and my leg ached with every beat of my heart. Even so I managed to find a position with a good view of the. .Detective Dianna Shepherd sighed. Another weekend of going over the details of a series of missing persons cases with no real leads when she should have been resting, or finding some hot woman to fuck! She was so frustrated, on both sides.She looked at the photo of Marsha Patterson. Early forties, not bad to look at, lived alone with her poodle. Had she been lesbian too? If they had met in a bar, would they have--?She shook her head. Next weekend she was definitely going to go out and have. Excitement was off the hook. I had never had this feeling, ever. As I got to her neck and head it was plain she wanted me to see, as she was looking at me through the crack. Her greenish eyes bright and watching me. I quickly turned and leaped forward into the living room out of sight. I heard myself say “Sorry, didn’t mean too!” As I put the radio on and found a good rock channel, I heard the curtain close the rest of the way. Thinking about what I just saw put a smile on my face. She did see.