“Oh dear, Eric,” Harrow said dramatically as he starred into his lap, “how does five to eight years in prison sound to you?” The detective til...ed the package in my direction so as to show me the white powder wrapped tightly in Clingfilm. Cocaine. “Eric Foster,” Harrow began, folding the brown paper around the contents and struggling to his feet, “I am arresting you on suspicion of possessing a class-A substance. You do not have to say anything. But it may harm your defence if you do not. “Do it at the same time?” She asked.“Yes please.” I said. I was filled with a mixture of nerves and excitement, I had no idea what would actually happen but all I knew was that I wanted to see what a girls vagina looked like. Both of us slowly slid our shorts off until we stood in front of each other just in our underwear.“Oh my word!” Ava gasped as she looked over at the tent in my boxers. “Is-is that your penis?” She asked with surprise.“Yeah it is.” I said looking at her grey panties. I. Riving back home that night, I really found it difficult to get Diane out of my mind. For the first time since Connie, I had found a girl I really felt attracted to. With Connie, it wasn't so much a physical attraction for her as it was another quality, which I had taken to labeling charisma. With Diane, it was a strong physical attraction, plus the fact I liked her flamboyant and exuberant approach to life. How many girls would have been willing to make the kind of public spectacle of. The floor was made of a finely varnished wood, and the seats looked like expensive leather.Once they stopped in the middle of the room, the man walked behind her and lifted her hair up. Not enough to hurt her, just enough to look at the back of her neck. Then he mumbled some numbers as if trying to memorise them. "Stay," he said. No "wait here" or anything so friendly; evidently he was used to treating people like he was treating her. He went back to the front door, and Jane heared several.