He seemed to be breathing easily, so she finally started to relax. It was a then that the shakes hit her. The full realization of what she had done se... in, and she lost control of her body for several minutes. Finally her practical side started to take over again. She knew she was in a bind. She had just killed someone, and there were no witnesses to corroborate her story.Bonnie unclipped her cell-phone from her belt and dialed Lt.Slavens' number. He answered on the first ring. "Art, I'm in. It was so exciting, standing in the breeze, in front of a bus stand. If only I had a cigarette! I imagined being a real girl, with all the filthy bus drivers and conductors knowing what I was. They would stare at me, make lewd comments, and ask me to come with them. I would pretend to ignore them. Then I would finally give in to one who would take me to the slums and fuck me like the whore I was in the middle of the slum. If only!My ass was itching, and my clitty was getting excited. I loved. I insured the further neglect of the locals by steering for the opposite bank when I saw an encampment ahead, and they seemed content to avoid me as I did them, as if the river was a highway of agreement and passage. It seems the ignorant savage peoples who lived here had not invented toll highways as yet.The winds turned contrary about where another river joined mine, blowing in a steady day long hot exhalation to the sea, and the other river came from the south, not my intended direction, so. He began to rub my shoulders as I spoke, which turned me on to no end. “Keep performing!”, he said with adamance. I attempted to get through the next sentence, “You don’t know what love is!”, before he stuck his tongue in my ear. “Ahhhh….oh, my God, that feels….ahhhh”, I moaned. “Don’t stop”, he said. Apparently, this was turning him on as well. I struggled to remember the line, “You don’t….ahhhh….you don’t…” before he slowly rubbed my crotch. “Oh, my God… Let me jerk off for you…. Oh,.