“You have a reputation of being almost nine-inches and thick, let’s find out,” she whispered in an agitated voice as Sue appears. Or has she bee... watching from out of sight all along? “This is Jon your new toy-boy, Sue, I was about to find out if he really is almost nine-inches and thick.”“Good, carry on,” Sue tells her in a stentorian voice as I look her over. She is just past forty, a very attractive honey blond and a voluptuous full size twelve, just as my concierge contact told me. She is. That was such bullshit, I replied, "Yea, and you were always a Horse's Ass."When it came to the bed, which my wife and I had purchased for Christy when she'd moved out of our house, he declared, "This is my bed." It was rumpled and unmade, and obviously still damp from some girl not my daughter. I allowed that concession."You made your bed--feel free to sleep in it. And if I ever hear of you again, I will come back and make you hurt."As long as we had the truck, on the drive back to my house I. Anderson as 'teenage trim', and it was on national TV! The president must have seen it. I'm not in the FBI, but if I learned one thing in police academy 101; it was to never use demeaning sexual references to female suspects, bystanders, witnesses, or friends of the governor and president of the United States. Those idiots must have skipped class that day."I need to take your vest in and have it examined," continued the detective. "Could you remove it so I can mark it as evidence? While you're. She jumped over Ranjith’s body and began running towards the door in sheer desperation. Sadly for her, Ranjith was quick to recover. His hands reached out to grip the loose end of her sari and she had to stop and turn in the momentum of his strong pull. She heard a snapping noise on the left side of her blouse as she turned. The safety pin that was holding her sari on the top of her left shoulder had given up in the brutal impact of Ranjith’s pull. She froze to realize that her breasts were.