’ Tomiko gradually immerses one patient leather boot into the foamy water and then the other. As she steps down the submerged stairs, water rises p...st her boot tops and creeps up her thighs teasing at the hem of her skirt. Swirling bubbles rise as she reclines into the tummy-deep Jacuzzi. Viktor grins, watching her body’s S curve become a silhouette against the bluish glow of the underwater light. On her face is a look of sexual bewitchment, as if the delights of a pleasurable orgasm are. “Little Hispanic church’s minister, Pastor Carillo, hired me as a day laborer for some work repairing the front steps of his church.“I liked him, he liked me – and the work I did – so he and his family let me live on their back porch. Got involved with the youth program at his church ... found my calling.”“So, if I may ask,” Margo said, “what denomination are you ordained in?”“Well, Pastor Carillo was Baptist, but I’m ordained in a little Pentecostal sect that didn’t ask too many questions. So I called the former task force commander. I didn't tell him why but I asked about that day. I actually told him that Pam was thinking about suing the county and I needed to verify the presence of any potential witnesses. He bought it – or at least he didn't question me very hard about it. He didn't know much so I asked him specifically about Paul. He remembered that meeting very well. Paul wanted to go back in the field and it led to a large fight. I pressed him to make sure it didn't happen. She had videotape in her hand. I watched her lovely tits bob as she put the tape in the VCR. I seemed to remember that she was wearing a bra when she showed up to baby-sit. It didn't look like she was wearing one now.She sat down on my recliner. I'd purchased that chair shortly after my back started giving me trouble. It had a built-in vibration mode and obviously Carol had discovered it because I saw her hand slide down to the switch. She sat back deep in the chair but didn't recline. I.