“We have a dog in this fight as well. Her name is Alyson Green.”When we were back in the car I said, “That was stupid telling them about Alyson....The idea was to make the bad guys come to me, now we have the state investigators named as suspects. The thugs probably won’t come, if they do? I’m pretty sure it won’t be to negotiate. They will be coming to add to the number of notches on their guns.”“So you are saying I muddied the waters,” Mica asked.“Yeah, that’s what I think. Not only are you in. She knew the horrible thug had her snookered. Even if she could run away. He had that photograph. The rest of her life could be changed forever by what he did with it.Yes sir! That’s a great picture. Your quite a cock sucker aren’t ya little Dewey tail?” It was obvious he didn’t expect a reply. Dutton was just just overwhelming the girls now with his supreme, adult confidence as he said;“I sure would like to get a good old look at that cute little Dewey tail of yours right about now girly. Take. Rather than a lamentation, the poem should have been acelebration of such a triumph. Poets, even of the stature which hadbeen accorded to Edgar Allan Poe, never seemed to get anythingcompletely right, especially when it came to science. (Poe's Eureka!was truly ludicrous.) Still, he had to admit, if grudgingly, that thepoem did at least admit science's truth and the falsity of myth or, asit had been understood in its day, religion.As he sipped a daiquiri at his umbrella-shaded table atop the. “Don’t make a sound baby," He whispered into my ear as he squeezed my tits hard.I was stunned and just staring at us in the full length mirror as those big hands squeezed and mauled my tits, my nipples now achingly hard. I was so getting extremely turned on by his touch so when he started kissing at my soft neck as he kept ravaging my tits, and pinching my nipples. I couldn't help myself and my right hand slipped down to my panties and I moaned quietly. They were already damp as my fingers.