" (She was D or Big D to me)"I'm all grimy she said, how about a shower?"I wasn't about to refuse. Seeing her completely naked took my breath away. He... curves and angles drove me to distraction. She was still laughing and playing around but my dick was getting serious. She grabbed the soap from the sink and handed it to me. She got in the shower stall and took the bar that was there and said, "well come in silly we can't soap each other from out there." Soap each other we did. I could have. I mean the blood stains. I lookedpassing odd, and I suspected the man would have asked me if I wasalright if my expression had been at all troubled. Perhaps he had putmy clothes down as some kind of new Stepped-out-of-the-Slaughter-House-Goth look, or something.I went a little further, then stepped behind a VW rabbit pickup,glanced up and down the street to be sure no one was watching, andexamined my clothes. The pickup, now high enough for me to stand behindwithout anyone seeing me, would have. Lena could hardly sense them at all, except by way of their effect on the officer.They played on his self image as a cowboy among cops - a man who did things his way and left the constraints of "procedure" to his more timid coworkers. They also played heavily on his suspicions about Angel, bringing him to believe that they had evidence she was involved in the Wilson disappearance, and that they were from a Federal agency which was preparing to do something about it. They hinted at official. He ushered me to a small room that had one small table and several chairs. One two walls, directly across from each other were two large windows that allowed you to see in two other rooms. Detective Wilkson explained that there were interrogation rooms and the room I was in was for monitoring those rooms. He offered me a seat and told me he would return shortly. The first two that were interviewed were Destin Thibodaux and his girlfriend, Jennifer Smith. Jennifer seemed a bit nervous, but.