As a little girl in school, I was told by my mother to tell people that my father was dead. So...” She pauses again. “When my friends asked about ...y father, I told them he is dead. I never understood why. Until I got older, when one day our house was raided while my father was visiting and the police searched the house. After my conversation with him yesterday...” She pauses again as she turn in my arms, buries her face on my chest and starts crying. “He is dead to me.”I hold her tight as she. You snuggle my neck, breathing in deeply, smelling my arousal, "Mmmm, someone is..."You grasp my head in your hands and pull me to your face, your mouth on mine, silencing my words. Our tongues meet and fiercely swirl, fighting to a draw for dominance.You slide your hand across my breast, down my belly and drag finger tips hard through my silky hair. I spread my legs, and your fingers glide over my clit, and I jerk with darts of pleasure. You dance your fingers between my lips, already open and. " He signed out the evidence to maintain chain of custody. "Thanks, Boss."Mike pulled in a breath, wondering about all of this. He knew he'd seen this guy before, maybe on a BOLO for the jewel theft ring. He knew he should probably call Fornell from the FBI in, but Franks didn't want to call in another agency, especially not someone like Fornell if he could avoid it.But if this was a jewel thief, he'd learn what justice, Mike Franks style, was. "Tim, pull up the BOLOs and descriptions for the. She found putting a bib on mehelped with the mess.A speech therapist would also visit me and we would practice making sounds.I knew what I wanted to say but had problems forming the words. This wasreally tough. My mind told me to say something but my voice came out withsomething completely unintelligible. My voice was also very high pitched,not like it used to be. Ida said that was from not talking for a long timeand it would sound much nicer in some time. I trusted her and just.