.. but at the moment, she felt obligated to give the black Doberman the same treatment she had given the boxer. It was only fair, she convinced hersel.... And having justified and reasoned the necessity of it, she approached the act eagerly.The Doberman stood stiff-legged, his prick looming out under his panting belly, his head cocked to one side.Molly began to crawl toward the Doberman on her hands and knees, licking her lips, gazing at his pulsing cockhead in happy expectation. It was, she. The detective had slipped up in that respect. That tiny slip gave him renewed hope. MacIntosh was fishing, he didn't have enough to go on and he was desperate for Kenny to break. That knowledge helped stiffen his resolve and he continued to repeat his answers."I didn't order anyone to harm Mr MacGhee. I did not ask the Hamiltons or this Jason Welsh to do anything, certainly not to murder someone. The details in my notebook are all about my idea for a novel."His growing sense of relief and. He looked down and picked it up, then walked over to return the item.“Yours I believe?” he asked. Lorraine was still thinking of Alice’s remark and she looked at the man smiling at her. She took it off him and placed it on the table, politely apologising for appearing to ignore him. “No problem.” He looked at the container on the table. “It’s amazing what you can buy knickers in these days.” Lorraine simply smiled as the man returned to his place grinning.Alice came back with more coffee and. ”“I want to be assured no one’s going to blow this universe, just to see if they can do it from theirs.”“That would suck,” I said agreeing with him.“Makes the idea of doing it to someone else, a little less pleasant,” he said, thoughtfully.I had a sudden inspiration.“If we can move the opposing end of the Vortex, from our universe; then we can probably move, and control, the Vortex on the opposing end, of anyone trying to send something here. We may be able to move it, or even close it, from.