As he did so he caught sight of the stocking tops and the suspender belt she'd worn to work today."What's with the tackle?" he asked."It gets pretty h...t in the office sometimes and tights cause a bit of a sweat rash, so I thought I'd wear stockings instead for a change," she replied.He gave her a very approving look and a nod, and his prick showed its appreciation by nodding its head a little as well.She laughed at this and pulled her skirt up a little more."If you keep on doing that, Mandy, me. "I have cleaned up the photo's to remove the damage that comes with age. Now let's look at them in a different way." He clicked and suddenly the two photo's came up side by side. "I managed to get hold of a programme that was developed for the police. It compares the two images and rates them according to similarities. The police use it to identify culprits who try to disguise themselves. But genealogists use it to determine relationships. The programme examines width of brow, setting of eyes,. The wounded attacker was dead by the time they got to Eagle Pass, so the Rangers turned three corpses over to the marshal for disposal. They had already searched the bodies and had not found anything useful, except that the wounded man did have that crazy tattoo on his left hand. They sent a telegram to Ranger headquarters in Austin telling of the tattoo they had found.Their next run took them back to Austin and they were called into Col. Jordan's office. They saluted and sat in the indicated. But right now, I didn't care as I was in heaven, and I still would've been there if they killed me. I put my dick back into my jeans and had a large wet spot on the front of them too and went to sleep. I was ready for whatever happened next.The next morning, I heard a knock at the door. “Billie?” “Billie, you there?”The doorknob rattled before it finally started to turn. I was trapped like a rat in Billie's room. Nowhere to run, nowhere to hide, and certainly no way to explain why I was where I.