He nodded.We talked a bit more and I agreed that the police could take Diane's computer with them to see if they could find anything on it that might ...ead them to her killer. I gave them permission to search her room and her car as well. I wondered aloud if I needed a lawyer and Etchevarry didn't respond. That told me he hoped I wouldn't ask for one but he didn't say anything.The children were brought into the interview room and we were given some privacy. I had no idea if anyone was watching. The promise of her softness permeates the air. She moves without opening her eyes yet her lips part slightly and the breath she has held escapes with a low, sensual sigh. Moving his hand as if it were resting on a bed of fine silk he traces her hips, her soft stomach and her upper thighs. The site of their earlier lovemaking is still sensitive to even the lightest touch. She moves more and turns to allow his hand greater access to those parts of her that cry out for passionate and tender touch. OK, breathe out. Now do it again but make a conscious effort to expand the bottom of your lungs first."Everyone took a deep breath."OK, breathe out. Did anyone fail?"They all shook their heads."Great! Practise that so that it comes naturally." Next, projecting your voice. First of all you've got to control your breathing. So, contract the bottom of your lungs first so that you've always got some puff left at the top. Then open your throat and project your voice through your forehead. Now, I. So did I at the place to meet. No boy, No replies. Gave it an hour, messaged him I was going home. Hadn't gone a mile, phone pinged. It was him. "sorry I'm really scared. I don't want to go back with you, but I know a place. It's a public toilet in a cemetery. If you take me there I'll meet you " Well that's me rock and a hard place. I don't do outdoor or cottaging. To much risk, if I'm caught my job is over. Decisions, Fuck it I'm here now so said ok. Said i was on my way back. To be fair when.