Damn why was he like that, why was I so in love withhim. The hormones I had been taking for the past couple of years had notonly softened my skin and ...air, it had also softened my heart. I felt adeep longing to be loved, or at least if not loved then at least aappearance of it.I tried to block out the thoughts of him, think about something else, thinkof something that isn’t going to make you cry.And then there was something, something that came out of the blue andsomething I had never. The spice rack in the kitchen. A laptop. A camera.Something dawned on me and I turned and snapped a picture of Mary.“Hey, we aren’t supposed to do portraiture,” she laughed. I showed her the picture.“The one thing none of us are ever without,” I said. “Our cell phones.”“Yes! A story. We need a story to tie it together. Cell phone. Makeup. A mirror. Glass of wine. We can do this!”“They convinced me to work Saturday and Sunday through the holiday,” Kelly said. “The store is a zoo but I don’t feel. ” She hiked up her panties which hugged her cut provocatively. “Like this David? You like? Since he was examining my cameltoe, well I naturally felt justified in ogling his fat dick. I think he shaves his prick because his belly was so smooth and there were no cluster of hairs around his inner thighs. I’d like to watch him do that. I love a tight belly. I saw it growing David as I stared at it. I was trying to see if there was a little telltale wet spot on the end of his knob. Mmmmm. Wasn’t it. "Well that's a good beginning," I admitted."Why don't you go have a talk with Simpson, while we wait for the Chief Deputy," Michaels said."Sure," I replied. I really did want to get some information from Simpson.I called dispatch and had them call Simpson for me. Fortunately he was nearby so we arranged to meet at the station. Since I was in the station, I just went to the detective's office to wait."Deputy Porter, what can I do for you?" Simpson asked."Sergeant made it sound like you wanted to.