The dress was a bronze color and was one shoulder and open in the back. It clung to her like a glove. She had straightened her beautiful hair so it hu...g perfectly down her back halfway to her ass. She wore heels and it made her legs look even longer. Her perky teen tits were displayed to perfection and the material clung to her ass and made me drool.“Alice. You look beautiful.”She smiled and we left. When we got to the restaurant I could feel the envy of practically every guy there. We had a. She stood up to refresh her drink, stopping by my chair to pull me to my feet. "Mom's been telling me all about what you've done to the kitchen. Care to show me?" My drink too was getting a bit dry, so I joined her. I put a hand on her hip and guided her into the room."Wow," was her response. I mixed our drinks while she took it in."Such pretty trim," she declared. "I especially love the ivy thing. Where did you find stencils that long and varied?" There aren't stencils that elaborate. I. ”Eyebrows raised and mouth open, Nevada shook his head. Recovering somewhat, he croaked, “Serial killer?”John nodded and said, “I had tracked down a serial killer. Ed backed me up on making the arrest. He rescued two young ladies that were bound and gagged in the trunk of a car.”Finding his voice, Nevada said, “You don’t mean that guy in Utah?”“Yes, I do.”That case was again in the news as the case was coming to trial. He had never heard of anyone so sick. He remembered a detail and said, “I. It was the job of the intelligence organization to uncover terrorist plots and kill those responsible. Arresting terrorists didn't do any good, with the political situation they were soon out on the street. Since the peace initiative, you couldn't just go in with a squad of soldiers and shoot someone so it was up to individual operatives to do the job. The target was a young woman who was leading a plot to blow up the American Vice President's car on his upcoming visit. All that intelligence.