I had curves at my hips, but my body was thin with long luscious legs and a flat stomach. The lingerie that I'd bought from Victoria's Secret, however... complimented my frame. It was white with eyelet lace, having a little white thong with lace in the front to cover my pussy, but just a satin strip for all the rest. I also had on a spaghetti strap baby doll shirt that hugged my bust perfectly, flowing out around my hips with a slit from the middle of my upper stomach, all the way down so that it. I had to pick up my car after some repairs they had done; but that afternoon Ana texted me, saying she was free early and would go to see the mechanic to recover the car.I could not texted back, because my phone batteries suddenly went dead. But then I left my office early and rushed to the garage before anything could happen.When I walked in through the office door of the garage, the manager looked at me with those eyes that told me I was too late without saying a word…I went ahead and as I. “So do I,” She shook her head.“Then maybe our rooms are mirrored,” I shrugged, “There’s some machine that pulls the bottom out and replaces it with refills every night.”“Oh my God! They do refill!” She rubbed her hand on the neck as she thought, “And it sounds like it echoes down the wall a few times before I black out. I could probably fit in there too.”“I fit in there with Pat,” I replied, thinking the ka-chunks of the machine seemed to come towards and past our room, “It wasn’t completely. ’ ‘Mr. Metzger said it was a sure thing. Even if the men caught on, they could not go to the police.’ Moe fiddled with the change in his pocket and continued to pace. It was all making sense. Kitty Winslow was wearing her dress from Singer’s the night Schmidt was killed. She ran with it before the diamonds could be removed. A couple of days later, Dutch grabbed the dress and the fur, like a man following blind directions. Some muscle must have gotten to Dutch. Metzger? No, Boch. That would.