He had on a faded cotton shirt, with a vague western cut to it. His shoulders looked huge. She looked at his waist, which was slim. His jeans were fad...d too, as if they’d seen a lot of wear.“You don’t have to worry about that,” he said, extending a pastry to her. “You’ll never be fat. I can tell.”She doubted that. Her hips still seemed to be growing. She was glad her breasts hadn’t kept pace. She’d look like Dolly Parton if they had. Well, maybe not that big, but still ... The doughnut was. "The plan is to gradually build up a database of skull types and facialarchitectures," said Fred. "Then when we only have a photograph towork from, we can try superimposing the features on the three or fourbest fits from the database, until we get as close as we can." But first we have to get as many complete images online as possible,"Mum added. "That means everyone here will be subjected to the process;also any of our clients who are willing to help; and anyone else we canthink of, short of. " What about, you know, the boy-toy thing?" I asked."Madeleine has boy-toys; I have a lover. Hers can't sing their way out of paper bags; I have one of the great baritones of the world, even though the world doesn't quite know it yet—but they will! If she's not ashamed of hers she ought to be; I'm proud as hell of mine!" She jumped in my lap and gave me a huge kiss. Then she burst out laughing all over again."What?" I asked."You know, when the news gets around—and it will one way or another, it. She returned shortly with a riding crop in her hand and as Adam opened the car door for her she playfully ran the crop against his crotch."Lilac Cottage for some fun now and until I tell you otherwise you can call me Emily or anything else that you want to call me," she said as she felt some dampness between her legs.Adam's reply of, "Okay bitch," caused a smile to light up Emily's very attractive face.They drove the relatively short distance to the secluded cottage and whilst Emily waited for.