I waited, smiling. If I really had been a sexual predator ... But I wasn't, and when the brunette arrived with the purses, and they all started diggin... for ID, I let them have it, before they got a chance to show me stuff I shouldn't know."You girls go to UCSD, right?"A chorus of "Uh huh"s answered me."Well for smart girls, you sure are acting stupid," I told them, as the IDs started to appear. "Look at the front of your ID. What do you see besides the picture and the ID number?"They looked and. "The Institute started testing everyone at puberty over ten years ago, Michael," she insisted."An exception is allowed if the biological parents and the child refuse the test," I informed her."Who would do that?" she asked horrified. I turned to stare at her."But even your parents have to be reasonable about some things, Michael!" No, Sarah, they don't," I sighed. "They thought that the Institute was just another government conspiracy. They still do." Everyone gets tested!" she spat.I didn't. There was none of the stress of fucking, the urgent bumping and grinding and porn star shouts and desperately trying to hold out until she came. This was soft and languid, a mutual gift. It seemed a bit like a warm bath or a long hug, but with orgasming.After Kate's leg healed we tried fucking again. It was okay, don't get me wrong, but as usual I came too early, clenching my eyes shut in a mixture of euphoria and embarrassment. Kate said nothing, just frantically frigged herself to a belated. You may have heard of me. I was the man who stopped the maniac, Crimson Jack, in Wentford. I arrived here last night in hopes of saving three innocent women, but I was too late. Alfonse had already murdered them. I found him on the roof, struck by lightning. I also found evidence written in Alfonse's own hand that state he murdered not only his own parents but also children and others. He used rumors of wizards, witches, and wolves to cover his crimes. The reeve knew about all of this, and did.