Then it started to burn and I could smell it. I knew it was acid. He ran as soon as the stuff hit my face. I think I had closed my eyes instinctively....I felt my way back in here and tried to find a cloth to wipe it off, but then some memory about diluting acid came to me. I found my way into the bathroom and got under the shower It was very cold. I think I stayed there for about an hour. I was soaking wet, my clothes, and my hair. I was chilled to the bone but my face was still burning. I. Miriam enjoyed sex but for the past several years, the lovemaking with her husband didn't seem to satisfy the hunger within. She hadn't been sexually active during high school like so many of her friends but she made up for lost time in college by taking several classmates as lovers. Her English professor really put the make on her until she submitted to his dark desires. He liked watching Miriam having sex with one of the black students. Being away in college from her demanding parents made it. She picked up Helen’s dark blue regulation knickers – and paused. As she held them up, she saw faint lines on the thick fabric. She laid them on the worktop tidily and smoothed them flat.Yes, there were six white lines across the seat of the pants. She moved them to and fro in the sunlight and without doubt there were six white lines clearly made by a cane.A few minutes later as the washing tub pounded the clothes, Kate sat down and thought back to when she was 18 and the day she and her friend. ”That was the beginning of a whirlwind romance. Within three months, they were married and living in his home in one of the more desirable sections of the city.A police detective really doesn’t have a set schedule. They are basically on call 24/7 and Chad, being on the Narcotics Taskforce, was never home. Awilda’s schedule was basically an eight-hour day, five days a week. The only variation was starting times, which varied so that officers could choose the time slots that worked out best for.