"Did you hear anything interesting Miss Lawson?"Jen blushed. She had never felt more embarrassed in her whole life. "I'm sorry Mr. Devlin. I assure yo... I had no intention-" I don't give a damn about your intentions", he cut her. "You may leave Miss Lawson. Hannah may need you".Jen didn't reply but she had already decided that she would leave Hannah alone for a while. She needed to calm down and then she would be ready to explain what happened. So instead of going upstairs she went to the. "Now how the hell could Karen remember that picnic so well? She even remembered who was there and who we spoke to, and who we didn't. I thought that Detective Henderson had to wonder about it, too. Surprisingly, she changed direction and asked questions about my work. Karen was flushed and beads of sweat dotted her brow. It didn't require a trained interrogator to see she was agitated at the mention of this Williams guy. I filed that information away for later.Detective Henderson asked a few. " He led me into the Cafe, with was very busy, why it had to be that day to be busy when all I wanted to do was sit down and talk to him. We were finally served and he took the tray and lead me to the table. I am thinking about him, how tall he is, taking in his body underneath his clothes, distracting myself by pouring far too much sugar into my coffee."Sooooo" He drawled.. "Hmmmm, here we are" I replied, "What have you got in the envelope Mr Grey, can I see please?"He handed me the envelope,. One hand skims down over the skin of my stomach and dips inside my panties.My eyes focus on the distant figure and my fingers slide between my swollen wet folds.A low, soft moan comes from deep inside me. I can hardly breathe as I lift my glistening fingers to my mouth and lick, my pink tongue tasting my tangy arousal. My lips close around each finger, sucking at them, and all the time my eyes beg for his attention across the short distance to his building.I slowly turn away from him and bend.