Pathetic? Ya think? Why, yes. I made a promise to myself that when I told this story I wasn't going to varnish the stupid parts or, I admit it, the pa...hetic parts, so I won't. It took me a long time to realize that girls were interested in a guy who did things, who had something to offer, something in addition to or--better yet, instead of--a pathetic desperate leer while hiding behind a bush or something.It took a long time for me to understand that.In the meantime, I altered my strategy a. "Oh, my," Marla breathed.Lynette looked at Marla and then back at me with a questioning look on her face. I gave her a brief shake of the head; I didn't know how far Marla wanted to go, despite the fact that she said she wanted to lose her virginity tonight. Instead, Lynette moved to Kristen and the two women kissed and fondled each other."Oh, my," Marla repeated."Welcome to the Emerald City," I said to Marla."And I thought they were just stories," Marla said.I smirked. "Famous last words."In. My tongue is automatically trying to lick it as he pulls me farther off of him. I'm expecting to get a face full but he held off. He giggles to me that was too damn good. He pushes me gently back into my seat as he swings into the store parking lot. We had passed a couple stores already without my knowledge. I'd been a busy girl after all. Bear hikes up his shorts and hiding his hardon with his shirttails, he rushes in to get some Yellowtail wine. The cheap stuff is all they had I guess, oh. I decided to call a friend of mine, Keith Horn, a detective at the local police station. “Keith, Bob, have you got a minute?” “It’s late Bob, can this wait until tomorrow?” “Maybe not, I’m on a trail and it may go cold on me,” I said. “It might only take a few minutes.” “Ok, what is it?” “About a year ago a man called Randall Beckwith died from a fall from a cliff. I was wondering if you knew anything about it or could steer me to someone who could help me.” “Give me a minute he.