Never," Pedro said, with that annoying tone of certainty."Will you shut up? Christ, you're an Indian anyway. I thought you didn't believe in that crap... I thought you had your own religion, smokin' dope in your tepees and havin' visions." No, I'm a foursquare Baptist. I was baptized when I was sixteen. Been a believer ever since." Foursquare, huh? How's that square with all the bad stuff you've done?"Pedro smiled. "Oh, I'm goin' to Hell, I know. But I ain't bitter about it. It's only what I. ” Em opened her mouth, but Doug jumped in before she could explain. “He also said I no longer report to him. What the heck is up? Who did you piss off, and what kind of hard-ass are we reporting to now?”Em held her hands up. “Whoa. Slow down a minute. The hard-ass in charge of this case is me. And the person we both ultimately respond to is him,” she said, pointing to the limousine. Doug turned and stared. It took a moment, but when he figured out the symbol on the side of the door, his jaw. He was fifty two.She was obsessed with ghosts. Anything paranormal. She was deeply involved with the spiritual connections of her Native heritage. She was a twenty four years old college student, studying to be a nurse.Ama to her shame, had a rape fetish. It happened to her once and when the guy guy realized she was into it he got really awkward and stopped. She couldn’t tell which one was more shocked. Him stopping or his confused expression. He just walked away.She had high hopes for this. ‘It’s my turn,’ she said and slipped the first button free. The rest quickly followed, each one bringing her that much closer to her goal. She caught him as he sprang free. Wrapping her fingers around his cock, she smiled in satisfaction as he groaned, his forehead dropping to rest on her shoulder. She took her time, teased and touched, caressing the length of him before once again wrapping him in her grip. Douglas couldn’t stop from moaning or from thrusting himself into her hand. Closing.