" So what she's trying to say is that..." Is that it wasn't her that kidnapped you guys and killed those agents," I said, finishing for her."Shit!" sh... said, dropping the paper and starting to pace. The paper disappeared before it hit the floor, the card was gone as well. "Double shit! Jimmy, if it wasn't her ... shit! This is bad." She stopped and took a couple of quick, deep breaths, then started pacing again. "Okay. Let's look at what we have so far. This doesn't mean that it wasn't her;. As puberty hit, I discovered the new found joys of masturbation. Studying in a boarding school for boys only, I didn’t know any girls in my life. So, I had resort to newspaper clippings of heroines and porn stars or imagine wild fantasies of them in my mind to satisfy myself. Soon this got boring. I needed real life women to think and masturbate upon. Masturbating on celebrities was stupid fantasy. Masturbating on women whom I had met and who knew me was a precursor to reality. There was even a. Facelli was herself. What the fucking rich wouldn’t do for a buck, I thought. ‘Monthly check ins with a parole officer, for no more than six months,’ he laid out, at least for once in his life able to be blunt with his information and get straight to the point. ‘Please, it would cost you no more than three hours of your life over the next six months.’ I stopped, but just for a moment, and not because of anything that he said. It was really just kitten-like curiosity that just had to make me. They fastened thetops and again stood back to enjoy their work."Now she really looks like one of those expensive sex dolls," Nicolesaid."Yah one nice thing with this the hair and makeup is perfecteverytime," Heather said with a chuckle."Now let's get her positioned on here and get her out to the truck,"Nicole stated as she went around to the side of the frame.They both changed some straps and ropes and spun me around that I wassuspended in the air in the position as if I were on all fours. As.