"Yeah."He set the piece of fish on his leg for her to finish; she licked the pieces from his hand, and then he extended it to me. "My name's John."I s...ook his hand."This is Jennifer," he said, gazing down at his Shepherd. She smiled at him, glanced at me, panted, then returned to taking down the last of the bit of fish he had for her. "She's ... very special to me."Dunno what it was, but I sensed something held back in that ... and a bit of feared embarrasment about something.We talked for a. “Asphyxiated,” said the doctor/coroner.“I’ll know more when I get her back to the office. She hasn’t been dead more than six or eight hours.”“But why would someone do this? Kill her and then torture the body?” mused Brad.“Maybe to make it look like one of the other killings,” speculated Linda. She realized her mind was going numb. She needed rest but she knew there would be no rest until this sadistic killer was caught.“Brad, what about... ?”“Roger Mansfield? He left town two days ago. Took a. Or I would have done if we hadn't been startled by the sound of voices. We hurriedly disentangled ourselves and I smoothed my dress down as a couple came round the corner. They were old enough to be retired and had obviously spoken to Greg before, because they stopped for a chat. I could see the woman eyeing me up and deciding (correctly) that they had interrupted something. I felt like guilt and embarrassment were written all over my face and kept my left hand and wedding ring down by my. The coaches just told us easy on the booze.As we entered the party everyone greeted us and of course complimented us on our costumes.Let me explain how Kayla and I first met.One day I met Kayla, who was my first college fuck, after a football game. I wasn't in her pussy for two minutes when I shot a load. Kayla was pissed, I promised her I would do better the next time.She looked at me and said, "If there is a next time."I went to a couple of after game parties and the girls were plentiful. All.