I watched as she took her first tentative taste of Melody. She looked at me and smiled a megawatt smile and bent herself to the task of exploring our ...over with her tongue. I figured that since she had essentially the same plumbing, she’d figure out what to do from there, so I focused on pleasing Lissa.Lissa jokes about her odor as smelling like canned tuna, but it isn’t like that at all. It’s spicy. It does get stronger the more turned on she gets—and she was absolutely running with juices. No, don’t call. Yes, call. No, don’t call. On and on it went in my head for the entirety of the week until finally, I called.That afternoon I was like a little kid thinking that I was doing something wrong. I remember feeling the queasiness in my stomach, the butterflies as I started pressing the numbers on my cell phone screen.“Hello,” a deep voice on the other end answered on the second ring.“Yeah, um, hello I uh, may I, um, may I speak with Mr. Byer…”Gawd I was such a dweeb, I felt so stupid. He nodded and walked out of the house, got in the car and drove away. Ashira tried to untie her still restrained hand but it was no use. She fumbled in her pocket for her cell phone. ‘Victory!’ she thought. She flipped open the cover. ‘Damn it, no signal,’ she thought. Ashira slid the phone back in her pocket. ‘I hope Jake goes for Mexican one of these nights or I’m going to get really sick of enchiladas,’ she thought. :: Chapter Eight: The rescue:: ‘Do you want more enchiladas?’ he asked. I held up my hands for silence. Before I could say anything, though, the door to Dr. Holzer's office opened and the officer stood there. She looked me over like she couldn't believe what she was seeing and then shook off her disbelief and said, "Mr. Setton, I need to speak with you."I looked at her for a moment, then back at the girls. The officer didn't care for my hesitation or about what conversation I'd been having. She looked at the girls and said, "If you'll excuse us for a few minutes,.