Unfortunately that resulted in Samantha deciding to be a bad girl instead of being a good girl.The bad Samantha acted up. Samantha had just found her ...partment keys when I told her that I wasn’t interested in her good little girl act. Her response was to take the key and shove it into the front of the skirt she was wearing. More specifically she shoved it into her panties under the skirt trapping the key in her crotch. I just looked at her in disbelief.“Now I’m a bad girl,” Samantha sing-songed. As she picked up the bra, something unusual happened as her arms suddenlyleft her control and attached the bra with little to no effort. Withinseconds, the cream colored bra softly nestled her ample breasts; shesighed as their weight sat comfortably against her back. The dressfollowed quickly afterwards, quickly throwing the skirt of the dress ofher head and slipping her arms through the sleeves as if it were secondnature. Charlie soon regained control of her body as she looked over thephantom. In fact, it brought us closer together.”“I can’t even tell you exactly when it happened because it was so gradual, but eventually we weren’t just kissing; we were making out. We weren’t having sex or anything—you know that, though. We always kept our clothes on and there was no mouth action below the neckline, but were getting pretty hot and heavy. ”I asked Cherry, “So, are you saying you are bi?”She said, “NO! I’m not BI! I would NEVER do any of what I have done with Olivia with another. I bit my tongue. I wanted everything on tape.Even before the door to the interrogation room closed, I asked him, “Are we under arrest?”“Not yet,” he replied smugly.“What proof do you have of what we’re being accused of?” I continued.“I’ll ask the questions, and you’ll answer them,” he replied tersely.“Unless you tell me what proof you have, we’re out of here,” I replied calmly, standing and turning towards the door.He did something I hadn’t expected. He grabbed my arm and stopped me.“You do.