She smiled and her hand went straight into the top of my dress and cupped my tit. She squeezed my nipple, not hard. ‘You do look good in blue.’ �...You look good in anything.’ Her lovely eyes smiled. ‘Flatterer. Cheers.’ She took a sip of her gin. ‘Debra will be strangling a chicken about now I expect. She hates cooking so its possible she’ll have invited one of her “servants” to do the honours.’ ‘Does she have many?’ ‘Simply dozens. She treats them all like shit but she’s such a champion in the. Inside Doc’s clinic,“So Ms. Veeresha. How are you feeling today?” asked Doc. The Doc was a man in his late fifties. He was old and slightly obese with grey hair. “I’m good, Doc,” she replied cheerfully.“Today, you have completed one year over here. I am really happy to see your progress,” said Doc as using a measuring tape he measured the curves of her body. Then he made her lie on the bed and was checking her tits. He was checking if her nipples were responding to the stimulus when he pinched. To start we pulled into a café for a coffee and while there we got speaking to a local."You're not from these parts are you?" he asked"No, we are interested in the disappearance of the young woman that was in the local newspaper." Oh you mean Shanna, she was a lovely girl, it's a real mystery that one. Jamie Gilbert was the one who saw it all, and I know he wouldn't lie about things like that." So you believe his story?" No story, Shanna isn't the first to vanish in that area, something strange. Regina doing dishesShe stands barefoot at the sink, in a powder-blue top and matching briefs. Her hair is off her neck, pinned in a spray at the crown of her head. The lump at the base of her cervical vertebrae stands revealed, enticingly. I approach from behind, unnoticed, or so I believe. Sinking to my knees, I purse my lips inches from her bottom. The elastic around the leg-holes caresses her buttocks; the blue cotton folds into the valley between. She hums softly, a phrase from the.