Took it upstairs. Souvenir.Jessie Sullivan, on her own initiative, hacked her way into Cassandra’s bank account. Cassandra Sanders, like Phillip Mas...imino, was making cash deposits into a recently opened savings account at the Boston branch of Bank of America. Near her office.The timing of the deposits, all under $1,000, roughly coincided with Massimino’s own bank deposits.If I were the type who jumped to conclusions, who made unfounded assumptions like those fucking so-called forensic. I put my left foot on the edge of the dashboard and started at my hot little hole. I decided I better pull over so I wouldn’t get in an accident. I saw a bar called Marco’s that I go to once in a while and pulled in the lot, but stayed out near the street. Once parked, I slid the seat all the way back and reclined it just a little. Now I was really worked up. It was still raining lightly, but I rolled the window all the way down so I could feel the moisture on my warm skin. Now that I had both. “Geez, Heather, again?” I could feel the woman beneath me shrug, then heard her say, “Hey, Tim, a girl’s gotta do what a girl’s gotta do.” “Yeah, well you better get your clothes back on pretty quick. Someone saw what looked like a fight and called it in. Your Daddy’s on his way.” “Oh, shit!” Heather, as I now knew her, quickly disengaged from me, re-fastened her vest, buttoned her blouse, and pulled up her pants; our cum still dribbling down her legs. I just stood there, dumfounded. She. ‘Damn — what happened?’ his voice trailed off as his gaze dropped downwards, and he stood still, staring wordlessly at my bare body. He let out a soft noise, as I couldn’t move, I was physically incapable of moving away at that moment. He closed his eyes, and breathed in deeply, his fingers tight on my arms, as I felt something hard stir underneath me. There was a loud ping from the kitchen, seeming totally misplaced in the current atmosphere. Henry’s eyes flicked open, glancing towards the.