Slowly I pulled off the cap andlooked at the bright red shiny stick that had so recently stroked overthose incredible lips. An overpowering need swept...over me and in momentsI was touching my own lips with the colour, desperately trying toimitate exactly the way Barbara did it.As often happens I suddenly felt I had defiled something and guiltilyreplaced the cap and tried to put it back in the same place I had foundit. I strutted into my own office to find a tissue to scrub my lips,later flushing. " Okay, I will get back with you in a few minutes." I said.I walked back to the basement. I was sure that he was in the rackets somehow, even though I could not prove it. Unlike the cops I didn't need to prove it. When I stood directly in front of him, I said to Anya give me this boy's his cell phone. He is going to help us find his big bad brother. I found his number for someone called Andre in his history. "Is Andre your brother?" I asked.For an answer he was trying to work up a good spit,. Christmas was over. The tree was down. Decorations and presents had been put into their respective places... So what had happened to that gift I gave her? The one she turned bright red over, when she opened it. She did give me a dirty look, but I kind of expected that. Then she hid it amongst her other loot.I had just found it.Now let me describe this gift to you. I had ordered it online. It's called 'Clone-a-Willie'. No, I'm not kidding. The idea is that the guy gets hard and a mold is set. Jose got up and took Cyruss place. Ha Ha, my turn while you steeeel aaliive. He looked at Lisa and saw only a little response. Her eyes mostly swollen shut were glazed over. Man theeese Bitch just about had it. Jose spit in her face and rubbed his hand around her swollen lips. Lisas head jerked. Jose looked into her one good eye, he could see the fear, the pain. He smiled. Got your attention now. He ran his fingers under her lip, pinched and twisted. Lisa emitted low guttural groans. His.