"Never?" Never?" she asked, alarmed. "Years?" A look of alarmed disgust, as her eyes flicked involuntarily to the offending object."Jeez, no. Like ......a couple of weeks." Weeks?" she asked. Even more puzzled. "Surely you've been ... longer than that." No. no," I said, realizing her misunderstanding. "I like ... throw one out, and get a new one. Every few weeks."Mom rolled her eyes. "You're throwing away my towels?!" As if this was the crime of the century. Funny that she could really care less. My best groping shot was a pair of Jewish girls coming up from their jobs on 42nd Street to the upper Bronx. It was a long ride especially the one between 59th Street and 125th Street with no stops at all and sometimes a delay in a darkened tunnel.The two girls were chattering so fast that I couldn't understand a word they said but I was sure I heard keywords like "dick" and "pussy". I was on the plump one's backside like I was her Siamese twin and was lucky enough to get my whole cock right. Her face turned very red. I can’t say she replied. I asked her if she had felt Susan up and she nodded her head. Now I was getting some where. Did you let Susan feel you up? Once again she nodded her head. I asked her what else. She said Dad I can’t say it. I said what and rubbed her cheek with my hand. She looked down at the ground and said in almost a whisper we rubbed our pussies together. I told her that there was nothing to be ashamed of and that it turned me on thinking about the two of. " And you suspected her from the beginning, but didn't think it was worth mentioning," said Hopkins sarcastically."I found her lighter at the scene," said Bob, shrugging his shoulders. "It's not illegal to have a lighter. None of the witnesses said she lit the car on fire. Cars catch on fire all the time in situations like that. What probable cause, exactly, do you think I had?" You had your gut instinct, detective!" He's not a detective anymore," Dillworth said hastily. "You can see why."The.