”Jessica closed her eyes and rested her head on his shoulder. “Hmm? How so?”“Kiyoko...” Doug was silent for a moment and then he trembled. �...�My ... Oh shit...”“Doug? What?”“My time in Black Mall. I fucked up so badly with so many women. I made a very unwelcome pass at Whitney, more than a pass, I fondled her and grabbed her crutch. Whitney was furious with me. But Kiyoko...” Doug took a big breath and blurted it out. “She was one of the women I raped.”“Oh.” Jessica paused and then whispered in a. “Is it getting hot in here for anyone else?” The look on her face said that the double entendre was absolutely intentional.“So hot,” I answered.I divided my attention between my wife’s head bobbing between my legs and Christine unbuttoning her lab coat. She shrugged it off and tossed it aside, giving me an even better view of those huge breasts straining at the material of her top. She didn’t stop there. She slipped her fingers between the button holes, and gave a yank.“Fuck yeah,” I said as. If I were tired I could take a nap knowing our baby was in good hands—and that meant diaper changes, feeding and bathing, and naps. He did have to travel some, but it wasn’t too often, and usually just for a day or two. His writing was progressing nicely. His first Western was finally released and was doing well. In working with his agent he came up with a new model he wanted to try, one that combined his interests in both fiction and non-fiction. He wanted to do the research first, and publish. " Would appear so and pretty rough by the look of it. However, I'll have to get her back to the lab for an autopsy to be sure. I think we can rule out suicide," he said with a bit of irony, observing the crumpled, virtually nude position of the corpse."How about T.O.D.?" Well, it's strange, body temp tells me at least six to seven hours, but..." But what?" asked Cassi."There's no sign of hypostasis. Some signs of discoloration from blood pooling should be starting to show, but there's nothing..