You notice my car and smiling, head towards me. I open the side passenger window and tell you to get in the backseat. You look at me quizzically, but ... tell you to just do it, now.You oblige and get in, closing the door behind you. I tell you not to say anything, just get in and sit down.I begin to drive away and look in the review mirror at your blue eyes staring back at me. They widen slightly, not knowing what this is all about. I tell you to take off your panties. You don't hesitate and. "How do you feel, do you need anything for pain?"I was going to say that I didn't remember signing anything when I noticed the consent form had my signature but was obviously forged. I asked to see it and found that I now sported double D breasts all right. A bandage had been wound around my neck and it was obvious my voice was higher. My chest hurt when I sat up and I could feel the pressure on each of my shoulders."Your nails look lovely," she said when I cupped my hands around my. I think it was more relief that he was dead, not shock, Ron sensed this as well and quietly told her not to say anything to muddy the water.The Coroner looked at De Vent and took a lot of photos; he then sat down with Ron and me and asked me to give a full account of what happened. When I had finished he spoke to Ray and asked him how he felt about the situation."My opinion is that De Vent couldn't open the safe and accused Jimmy of messing around with it, punches were thrown and Jimmy went to. Can I join you?”, Tom asked standing next to the table transfixed by Diane’s smile.“Absolutely,” I replied and waved over another pint of Guinness. We chatted about typical small talk. I could feel my precum wetting my boxer shorts already as I watched the two of them exchange interested glances. Tom’s hand was under that table and I expected he was touching her leg or something similar. After some time, I paid the bill and suggested we adjourn. They both were polite and cordial to me, but.