She clamped on his foot as hard as she could like a vice with both of her bare knees.“Stop it, Nate!” she hissed. “Now!” “I’m sorry, Chr...sty,” he said, wriggling his foot, inching it higher and higher. “You have no idea how terrible I feel about this.” “I mean it! This isn’t funny any more!” But her will was weakening, as were her knees.“Christy, you know how much I love your thighs. I miss them so much. All these years without those Dorothy Hamill thighs. Can’t I just touch them once?. It just might be coincidence, but Claireappeared nervous while he was in the house. Gerard's sixthsense when people were lying was usually pretty good. Hethought Claire Mathews wasn't being truthful, but he hadnothing to go on."Thank you for the help, Sheriff." Lt. Gerard and SheriffBurroughs shook hands, then Lt. Gerard was led to a policecruiser. As the car started driving away, Lt. Gerardthought of how close he had come again to finding RichardKimble.***It was nearly midnight, and Dr.. “That means, you could spare them?”“Yes,” he said. “I used to be a detective. I’d hunt criminals. It satisfied the hunger, for a while. But the gargoyle, it ... it is not easily satisfied. I grew hungrier, and killed my prey sometimes.”A detective. She smiled as she looked down, imagining the man dressed as a detective in the fifties, complete with fedora and trench coat. The smile faded, as she imagined him running down a criminal, catching them, then struggling to keep from ripping the person. ‘Oh David that was lovely … I feel so full’. Sue was carried into the bedroom still skewered on 8” of rigid masculine flesh with Alex and me following behind. Alex picked up his slacks en route to the bedroom which at the time I thought was a little strange. David carried Sue to the bed and keeping his cock locked firmly in place, he reversed up to the edge, sat down then slowly eased himself backwards onto the covers, his feet anchored to the floor. Sue shuffled her legs either side of David.