This was a night of the pre-valentine’s day madness. Too many orders, not enough time. Not that this is a problem I’m complaining about of course....I climb wearily up the stairs to my bedroom. The sparse but well-appointed room is a sight for sore eyes after the organized chaos that is my workshop. He was still asleep, and I stood for a moment to admire his form – his body radiated warmth against the grey sheets, the dark mahogany bed, and the sunlight beginning to filter through the windows.. "Susan smiled ruefully, nodded her head and said, "I guess I'll manage. And thanks, guys." Turning to Roberts she said, "Doctor, I haven't had a chance to even talk to you. I guess you're going to take out the metal, but I really don't have any money yet. So ... So could ... could..." Susan stammered, "Could you submit your bill in sort of bite-sized pieces?"John Roberts looked at her with tears forming in the corners of his eyes. His voice cracked when he asked, "Susan, do you have a. “Do you like to pee or do you like peeing on someone? Do you like to get peed on?” The questions came out thick and fast, and I could see that Gina was glad that I was interested. She leaned forward and gave me a peck on the lips. “Okay so here is how it is. I love watching other girls pee in the toilet, I also love to get peed on and I love to pee on other girls. The problem is that there are not too many girls willing to join me.” I smiled and told her that I would. We decided that we would. ’ He turns back around and slips under the yellow tape surrounding the scene. ‘Looks like we do have a serial killer on our hands detective,’ a white female officer says to Det. Phelps as he approaches closer to the body. ‘What makes you say that?’ he inquires. ‘She’s branded just like the one found last week in Audubon Park. The word WHORE is burned across her chest just like the other one.’ ‘Let’s not jump to any wild conclusions,’ he tells her. ‘This one might be a copycat. Let’s hope so.