The sleek blood-red, one-piece Lycra swimsuit leant her the appearance of a deadly waterborne predator. Cheryl and Meghan were as opposite as sisters ...ould be. Fair, soft, dimpled Cheryl had a body and demeanor that invited men in and encouraged them to linger. Meghan had a body made of broken glass and razor wire, and she acted just about as inviting as she looked. Yet her obdurate physique attracted the male eye with an uncompromising irresistibility, and one could not help but dwell on what. After finding the seam, Tom held itopen with his left hand and pulled a zipper tab down from there with hisright, ending at her bubbly butt.As the zipper was pulled down, a man's hairy back emerged from Cathy'ssilky one. Tom then began to take his hands out of the skinsuits',holding each individual, feminine finger at the glistening fingernailwith the other hand as he pulled out his blocky ones. Cathy's fingersand arms deflated in the process, leaving nothing but empty, skin-colored tube-like. "Huh?" she asked."How have you been these last four months?" the little man simplified."Not so good," Kayami admitted. "I got arrested a couple of times." Arrested? What for?" he asked."A couple of indecent exposures, one lewd behavior, and two counts ofsolicitation," she shrugged.That did not sound like the Kayami the little man knew and it definitelydid not sound like Ken. It sounded more like someone acting under acompulsion. Given what he knew about this case that could only mean. Everything else was just too distant. Great just great I hate thinking about this shit, she thought growling at herself. Only a few things helped her to sleep. But unlike Jean thinking was not one of them. Usually when she though she lead herself down the same old road which made her head hurt which made her angry which the made her excited.“I mean, it should make you too lazy to lazy to do anything…” she sighed angrily, flinging her legs apart to let her crotch breath a bit. It was soaked.