I guess the expression on my face wasn't hidden as well as I hoped. I told him he needed to clear his schedule because we had more to discuss concerni...g his whereabouts the night of Beverly's murder. He asked if he could have an attorney present. After telling him that would be a good idea, he made a quick phone call and said his divorce attorney would meet us there.Odd it wasn't a criminal defense attorney.When asked, Frank re-accounted his activities on the night of the murders. Most had. She was wearing jeans and a white cotton blouse with flat shoes and was still three or four inches taller than I. We had coffee which was surprisingly good.“I’ve got all Dr Tufnell’s research in a room downstairs. I‘m afraid you can't take anything away but you can make notes and copy anything you want. My secretary, Beth, will help you. Whatever material of ours you use you’ll need to ask formally for permission but you can be sure it’ll be granted. You can use the office downstairs for. It was no good. I was chained to that damned bed until she thought fit to release me.'Feeling better now honey? OK you just lie there and I'll help you get rid of that semen. Once your levels have gone down enough we can get you started on the hormone treatment.With that she took of her doctors' coat and got on to the bed. She lifted up my nightdress and grabbed hold of my cock. She then slipped a lubricated tube with wires on my engorged member and pressed a button on the side of the. " I mean under your shorts, what's that thing?"I reached behind me, ran my fingers along the waistband of my shorts and felt the back of my red thong. The way I was sitting caused my shorts to be pulled down and exposed my underwear."My panties," I said."It doesn't look like any panties I've ever seen." Just how many girls have you seen in their panties?" I giggled."That's not what I meant, Jen." They're called thongs," I said, but I didn't make any attempt to fix my shorts.Eddie didn't say.