I don't know?" I trailed off as shecontinued to stroke my face and head in a reassuring manner."I know you've never used one sweetie. But, you need to...freshen up downthere. Last night it was a little strong. And I want you to be clean allover, inside and out."Her hand moved down to my titties and rubbed them. I sighed slightly atthe excitement it gave me."Now, I want you to stand up and turn around. Come on sweetie, let's go,"she said, taking my hand and pulling upward. "Very good. Now, pull. He said that's you." She paused for a moment. "Sorry," she finished."All right," he said. "Where is the girl, and where are the shooters now?" Two of the cops are still at the crash site, keeping a perimeter while the crime scene investigators go over the wreck. The third cop radioed in that he would be taking two witnesses to the hospital. It's Memorial, the same hospital that the assault victim is in." Okay," he replied. "I guess I'll head for the hospital then. I want you to get everything. " I started."Shit... yeah," Joey finished for me. "When we first came in here, there were two women in there doing that. Then they left. Suzi kept looking over at it. And then about fifteen minutes ago, Sherman brought in Wanda there and asked Suzi if she would care to wrestle her."She said no at first. Heh, all I had to do was tell her if she didn't I would. The next thing I knew, Wanda was helping Suzi to strip." How she do? She looks like she's not gonna win now." Man you should have seen. I can see it in your eyes. We can chat, yes?"The little man, in a white crumpled linen suit complete with Panama hat, settled into the large overstuffed chair present in every hospital and old people's home. He put down his steaming coffee on the side table, took off his hat and mopped his brow with his handkerchief, revealing that he still had a head of hair, even though it was bright white. His accent was faintly British, though coated with American – what they called a Mid-Atlantic accent.