Turning on the water, I pulled down my hair and let it fall to my shoulders. I had not noticed how long that it had gotten, but it was nice. If it was...not dirty ... if I was not dirty, I think that I could look decent again. I finally gave up looking at who I had become and stepped into the hot water that was slowly steaming up the mirror that held my reflection. The water burned as it ran down my shoulders and worked its way down to my feet. Through the pain was an amazing feeling, of what I. I don't know why I didn't try to stab you last night, and I really don't know why I just sucked your cock like there was no tomorrow."He grinned at me, and I nearly slapped him for it, but something stopped me. "I think I know why, and I'm not sure whether you're going to like it, but I think you may just simply have to accept it." He stopped for a moment, just watching me, and I finally gave him a 'Well?' kind of gesture. He went on, but seemed to be watching me for the presence of sharp. I stopped what I was doing and she managed to tell me not to stop keep massaging. For another minute or so she was all tensed up and trembling then she relaxed and turned to mush. She took a big gulp of air and quietly told me that was the best orgasm she had ever had. I told her that nothing I did had been anything but the****utic with firm touch and that I didn't understand how she could have an orgasm from what I was doing. At that point she suggested that we leave and head back to Tampa.. "Dan! Oh, Dan. I shot 'im. He tried to break in, and I shot 'im!" She sobbed uncontrollably.So I had her side of the story, although I didn't know who "him" was. I scooped her up in my arms and carried her to the crowd, meeting a deputy walking in our direction."I'm Dan Richards," I said. "I'd shake your hand, but..." Cindy was clinging to my neck."I'm Greg Stevens with the sheriff's office. We just talked."We walked back together. Another vehicle added to the crowd, this one with Judge Charlie.