On the way to her house Laura and I talked politely about nothing. I parked in the driveway and turned to say goodnight; something happened our eyes l...cked. Ten, twenty, thirty seconds I don't know. I do know, I wanted her and for the first time in my life, she wanted me. We both leaned in at the same moment and started making out. It was my first French kiss, I had eighteen years of sexual frustration built up, the passion of that first embrase was incredible. My cock was so hard as she rubbed. I shouldn't rattle his cage like that, Rollie thought. But I just don't like him.He drove back to his apartment and found Jessica in the kitchen making a sandwich. Dr. Jessica Talbert had been Rollie's therapist when his wife Susan committed suicide. They had been thrown together again when Jessica worked as a profiler for the St. Louis Police on the "Campus Rapist Case"; Rollie was the lead detective on the case. Rollie persisted and she had finally gotten over her ethical concerns about. "Believe it or not, there is a reason for that. Don't worryabout that little guy in your pants. We'll soon have you onyour path to getting him under control." What are you going to do to me? Some kind of new surgeryor new kind of drug?" New surgery? Oh, definitely not. As for drugs, there willbe some used, but not mind altering drugs." So what will you be doing to me?" I think you'd better see the results of my treatments onyour own body rather than have me tell you about them. Theresults will. The warmth soon emanated down to her feet, which were clad in her regulation red ankle boots and she felt a lovely warm glow. All too soon it was time to get up and get back to sorting presents. The big man himself might drop in at any time and he wouldn’t be happy if he saw her section was falling behind. She went back out and the snow crunched under her footsteps as she headed back to work. It was almost dark now, not that it had ever been that light and there was less than twelve hours to.