“I saw the guy,” I said.“What did you see,” he asked, hooking his handcuffs back on his belt and pulling out a small pad and a pen.“He was a...white guy, older but not really old, maybe about forty years old. He was driving a red four door mid-sized car, not sure but it might have been a Honda or a Mazda. I think there might have been a bullet hole in it from Jawarski.”“Ok. I’m just gonna sit you down in the backseat of my car while we get this sorted out. It might take a little while,” he said. She worked at different jobs, dropping me off at Charlene’s Day Care then picking me up on the way home. I remember Charlene, a big fat black woman. She laughed a lot, especially when she’d hear me sing jazz songs while I played. I’d sing, “How High the Moon,” or my favorite, “A Tisket a Tasket a little yellow basket.” I sang it just like Ella and even did some scat singing, doowy-doowey,dee, dee, doo.” Charlene would say “Chile, where you learnin’ dem songs?” The other kids in the group sang. She heard Sabrina moan, and then snap at the photographer to move in closer and make sure he was getting it all. She heard Sabrina issuing further orders: “Eve, you’ve got to play to the camera a little more. Do you think that while you’re eating me out, you could frig yourself off or something?” Eve winced at the other girl’s coarse language but did as she was ordered, snaking a hand inside her panties in search of her clitoris. Growing into the role she stopped masturbating momentarily to. Bienehad never had any objection if I put my arm around her. But Biene was myfirst girl friend. I'd not yet experienced what a girl does when there'ssomething she doesn't want.Finally he wanted to kiss me! This thought jolted me. That broughtunexpectedly the desired success: He looked at me in a confused way andtook his arm away. I smiled my thanks to him. Now the poor fellow didn'tunderstand anything at all.When we went back in they were just playing a slow waltz. I was veryhappy that we were.