And if he couldn't get it, then nobody needed it."Bubba, not that I'm paranoid or anything, but if we give them tapes out, won't we need to disguise o...r voices on them to prevent any voice prints bein' done?" I asked."Good thinkin'. I can do that when we edit the tapes. They won't be able to reverse edit it out when they try to do a print either." Good, that way we won't have to disguise our voices when we're questionin' him," Earl said."Earl, you and me need to put in some electrical circuits. We’ll do that plenty. But I want to be your friend, not just a sex toy.”“But you’re a fun sex toy!” she giggled.“Turn around and let me finish washing your hair, you little vixen!”She pouted but complied. I washed her gently and she did the same for me, though I had to discourage her from trying to get frisky again.“If you try to make this only about sex, we’ll go back to the ‘no sex’ rule,” I said.“Fine,” she sighed.We got out of the shower, dried off and dressed. We went down to breakfast,. "Grab something and join me. I like company when I eat."Melinda nodded and went into the kitchen. Susan's gaze followed the girl while she settled into a chair and placed her tray on a coffee table. Melinda wore a negligee, sheer and silky. It clung to her young body, revealing the shapely proportions-- also revealing that her future sister-in-law was completely nude beneath. Susan took a bite from one of her sandwiches, feeling a twinge of jealousy. Melinda was glorious, there were no other. Did he know that the pride of her heart had deceived her, she who had dwelt in the clefts of the rock, whose habituation had been high; that she had said in her heart, "Who shall bring me down to the ground?" Did she even know it herself?Up and out of the gloomy well he nuzzled her, and then he pulled on the backpack once, twice, three times. As on command his chattel revealed her collar, a simple device of restraint, which she presented to him as reverently as a chalice, as a grail. She.