To find her mother’s killer. And she had. Five years of her life. Fighting within her own department to get the case re-opened. Pushing the Cold Ca...e unit to do their jobs. Making more enemies than friends. It had all paid off. Among the stains of blood that covered her little pajamas had been one small spot that did not belong to her mother. A few years ago it would not have been enough even to get a DNA profile, but Naomi knew of a new technique that she had studied at college. But she had. .. a crazy girl. Well, crazy isn’t the right word. That sounds bad. She’s, um...”“Out there,” Alana supplied.“Yeah, that’s better. But even that sounds wrong.”“What’s wrong with being out there?” she asked.“I don’t know. Sounds loony.”“Not to me. ‘Out there’ is the best kind of people, I think.”I sniffed. “Yeah, I know. After all, here I am, about to tell you something no one else on earth knows. And I think you’re out there, in the same good way that Heather is.”“Well, it is that kind of. I created brassieres to support and enhance my breasts in appearance as well as comfort. (Female vanity?) This became a popular item among my peers and a good selling item in the village. From this, I added better fitting, brief cut panties, and slips, using finer fabrics than the traditional cotton, and designed for more comfort. The older ladies seemed to desire the new items, trimmed with lace, and denoting a more feminine appearance. Perhaps I was introducing a ?city look? to a small. Ann looks at Victor’s cock, now at half-mast. She feels her pussy twitch. “I hope they leave soon” she thought “I need some cock”.“Well we better get dressed” said Beth “the baby sitter will want to get home”. They go and retrieve their clothes and put them on. Victor and Rhonda go to the front door with them. “I hate you” said Beth laughing “the girl is so beautiful. Her pussy is so sweet too”. Rhonda smiles and kisses her and husband Eric goodnight. Returning to the lounge Rhonda relays.