Sometimes a person wants to help out a friend, and that’s what Jennifer is today, our friend. Granted she’s technically an employee now, but she w...uldn’t offer if she didn’t really want to help. Get over yourself.”Jennifer couldn’t help giggling, and I heard Caroline join her.I said, “All right, Jenn ... just realize you can always say no.”“If I’d said no a few days ago, we wouldn’t be such good friends, now, would we?” Her logic was amazingly simple, and correct.My goodness, this Jennifer. But she was my first real love, as I was hers. At least I was able to bury her.”I didn’t know what to answer that so I remained silent. A very small part of me silently wondered if I should look shocked about the fact that she confessed being a lesbian, but I soon decided against it. She continued before I was able to say anything.“Do you know that Supo believed that she was actually co-operating with the kidnappers? They didn’t even really want to solve the case because they were so happy to. I could see the tears well-up in her eyes, she had been caught and there was no escaping, my own panties through the years have been soiled in a similar fashion, so I knew the tell-tail signs, every mother does, it's our own 'CSI on our daughters knickers', thing.'Put them into the wash', I said and threw them to her, she wasted no time in disappearing from my sight, but now I had to put the next stage of my plan into effect, a deep urge of Voyeurism surged within, if she was going to fuck, I. In the far left corner, surrounded by an adoring group of hangers-on, Rachael could see a familiar figure: Frankie. She quickly turned back towards the bar and pretended to scroll through her phone as she tried to figure out her next move. Her hands were shaking as she raised her glass to her lips and took a big gulp. She hadn't seen Francesca Halliday since college. She'd followed her career online, of course, but it was almost a decade since Rachael had seen her in the flesh, or touched that.