You didn’t hit on any of the stewardesses on the flight. You’ve been sober for over a week. You went out once, but you came back after an hour. Du...e, you got it bad.’ Ben laughed again, knowingly. Jeremy rolled his eyes. ‘Do you have to be enjoying this so much?’ ‘Wait, are you telling me this is all because of some chick?’ Matt asked, finally catching on. Ben nodded and both guys laughed. ‘Enough you guys, this isn’t funny. I have no idea what to do. None of my usual shit is going to work with. But you don’t stop there and without realizing it, you have unbuttoned and unzipped my jeans enough for you to get one of your hands around my steadily growing manhood. You are perfectly aware of how much of a distraction you are causing as I faulter in my efforts to get you excited by kissing your neck and shoulder line in addition to my playful fondling of your right breast. Recognizing this, you decide to grip me tighter through my boxers and begin stroking me faster causing continued growth. Johnson, she continues, ?Yes, that’s right, if you’re really so concerned, want to know why I can’t be any more helpful with the details, why don’t you let yourself be stripped naked and tortured like I was? Raped and beaten repeatedly? Then you’d really know how I felt? Maybe know how to help me remember something that you’re looking for to solve these cases, that’s if you really care like he does!? ?Well,? Lt. Lewis breaks in as he reaches for the door handle, slowly pulling the door. "Miranda, get the hell away from me!!" I yelled, shoving her away.She was breathing heavily, but grinning. "I wanna be with a woman and I want it to be you."My hands rose up and my head leaned back. "You are a psychopath, Miranda, don't ever communicate another word to me," I advised her, before turning around. "Don't send me texts, don't message me on Facebook, just forget I exist," I warned her, before I opened the front door.I stomped outside into the late afternoon summer heat. "Fuck me!" I.