“How the heck did you do that?” Another window popped up. This one displayed financial data.“I used the legal databases to which your father sub...cribes. Men of means often do business with lawyers. Our suspect is no different. He has an extensive litigation history.”“Can we confirm if he has Stephanie?” Instead of waiting for Alfred to reply, Jason busied himself at the keyboard. Seconds later, an overhead view of an estate filled the search window. A sidebar detailed the property’s. Afterhe got home he went to his room and transferred all of Nicole's clothes tohis sister's room, except for the underwear, breast forms, and vagina,which he put in a box in the closet. He then began removing all the girlydecorations and bed sheets and put his posters and skateboarding andsurfing stuff back in his room. After putting new bed sheets he lookedaround and everything was back to normal.He went to his laptop and paused for a moment when he was the desktopbackground of Nicole and. "Suck my shit, swallow my turds," breathed Mabel her mind focused on theinteraction between my mouth and her butthole. She was able to contract hersphincter then relax it as I slipped my tongue in and out. How utterly degradingto be sucking the ass of an armpit licking asshole-tonguing fat queer as shemouthed filth. I ignored the gritty flakes of shit that coated my tongue. It smelled likeshit and it tasted how I imagined shit would taste. So this is what it's liketo eat shit I told myself. I. .“Did you think that I would care about the pictures you took? That I would care what people would think about me?”I closed my eyes and sighed, remembering the certainty I’d had about my magnificent plan, how sure I was, how wrong. The seduction, so calculated, so considered. A rich older woman in a hotel bar, a simpering college girl, discovering her sexuality, nervous, naive, willing to do things that would seem unconscionable to the exclusive circles in which Ms. Hunter moved. And the hidden.