I couldn't believe that I was sexually responding to him but the combination of the fear of getting killed and his gentle touch was apparently just to... much for my libido. I don't know if he realized it or not but he took the gun out of my mouth and placed it on the desk and then he smiled at me."I just can't decide Lieutenant, are you scared or excited? Me, I'm betting on excited but maybe I'm wrong and maybe you actually pissed your pants. Are you going to tell me which one it is?"I didn't. “I’m sorry, that’s rude of me to be looking down your beautiful top like that,” he said.“That’s okay, I wouldn’t have worn this top if I didn’t want you to look at me. So feel free to look all you want, just don’t forget what my face looks like,” she kidded. Claudia’s heart fluttered at her bold offer.“I could never forget such a beautiful face like yours, Claudia,” he said, touching her left hand.She wasn’t the town slut and none of the local sleaze bags had gotten their hands on her body. Although she had two enema bags, she usually used a bulb typeenema syringe which was kept on top of the medicine cabinet, next tothe Vaseline and her special enema soap made from cocoa butter. She served all kinds of health foods which I was required to eat,or else. Most of them were vile tasting, but I ate them rather thanendure the "nutrient" enema she would give me which consisted of fruitand vegetable juices retained for an hour. The "nutrient" enemas wereoften followed by a harsh. ..Grey?" My voice is warm but gruff. Becky's heart skips a beat and she jumps up out of her chair. She stood and extended her hand towards me, holding what presumably is a copy of her application. I'm older, late fifties maybe? I'm wearing a black suit, black shirt, and black tie. On someone else it might of been too much, but on me it worked. " Hello, I'm Becky Grey." Becky flashed her teeth, hoping that her lip gloss still looked perfect. " I'm John Malone- it's nice to meet you. Follow me.".