The cop was beefy-looking, like she’d played women’s softball in college. Her tits strained in her uniform.“Um, this is all innocent, officer, I...swear.”The cop stood, glaring at her.“Yeah? Innocent in what way? Are you protesting? Planning a flash mob?” she asked.“No, um, I made a bet with my husband. I lost, and this is my punishment.”“Your punishment of losing a bet with your husband is to stand in Union Station in a clown suit?” she asked, confused and unimpressed.“Yeah, let’s see if I can. After fencing their share of the diamonds, the couple had spent several thousand dollars on a small, but decent wardrobe. She did have to admit that the man looked good in a well tailored suit, navy blue in this instance and made of gabardine wool."Is that for us, do you think?" Eva wondered. "Or for him?" Both, I'd imagine," Wolfgang shrugged, combing his fingers through his damp hair, pushing it back from his smooth brow."Hmmm..." Eva was straightening her dress, a form fitting Gaultier suit. She had dark brown hair, that she kept cut short. She was very pragmatic about most things. She worked at a Doctor’s office, but she wasn’t a nurse. She did something with medical records. She didn’t dress flashy, or anything like that. She looked like what I expected Randi to look like when she was ten years older.What I didn’t know about Aunt Christy was that, when she married Danny, she was a virgin. Not only was she a virgin, she had never seen another man’s body, and had never let any of. “Do you like it, sweetie?” Frank asked before saying, “Why don’t you give it a little taste. Go on, baby girl, lick it.”“Yes, Sir…” She replied in little more than a whisper as she stuck her tongue out and made contact with his bulbous head. It tasted a little weird, not gross, but different. It was something new to her and she gave it another lick before suddenly opening wide and swallowing his head into her eager mouth, taking Frank by surprise. “Good girl,” He moaned as he gripped her hair.