‘I have to be in court. We’re going to arraign that Sanders asshole this morning, remember? You don’t want me to be late for that, do you?’ �...No way!’ Martha replied. ‘I want that asshole to go to jail. The sooner the better.’ Before she got out of bed, Martha stretched. Milly watched her companion’s bare breasts move delightfully. Then the detective got out of bed and walked to the bedroom door. She stopped in the doorway, turned and looked back at Milly, who lay in bed, smiling at her. ‘Care. On the dashboard. Mash. Lines. Sniff. Sniff. It hurts, but it'll pass. And how. It'll take three minutes, the second dose bringing me to the point of perfection. As it always does. Now I’m motionless for a different reason. The waves of euphoria crash around me. “Better?”, he asks. I giggle. “Look at me”, he says, softly. I look at him. My eyesight is distorted and I blink with exaggeration. He smirks again. He knows, but he asks anyway. “Eye wobbles?” I nod my head, giggle. My little phrase. Aftertwenty minutes he was getting tired when he finally took off his gloves,apron, and hair net before felt a bear hug from behind startling him."You did great Tracey," said a boy as he let him go laughing that hestartled him."Oh you did too," said Cameron reading his name tag. "Ahh Charlie." Sorry, I didn't mean to give you a heart attack," said Charliechuckling."Trust me my heart's pretty strong after the day I've had," said Cameronmatter of factly."I barely recognized you in the pigtails.. His mother had several jobs and when she wasn’t home, Peter liked to look through her room. He knew she wouldn’t like that, but he sometimes was there for many hours by himself. It wasn’t like he was a kid, he was eighteen.His mother loved lingerie and had so many different outfits. Some were more like costumes but most of them were very short and very sheer. Peter would often strip and smell his mother’s used panties from the laundry basket.His mother had the nicest pussy scent that he ever.