Her face was simply beautiful, her features soft and relaxed, eyes closed and her dark lashes lying softly on her cheeks. Her lips were slightly parte..., and there was arousal and desire there, and I watched her as I massaged, drinking in her beauty. I took my time – probably more than twenty minutes after her orgasm – before I again, on my way back north, reached the junction of her luscious thighs. I began to slowly stroke her, first the outer part of her pussy, my oily fingers sliding through. But if this wasn't a crank, if this was a legitimate call about their killer? Then she could call him after she investigated, she stubbornly told herself. She read the green fire numbers on the mailbox posts until she found the right one and pulled into the driveway.She sat in her car for a moment, realizing that the shadows were getting deeper, the sun beginning to set. Her flashlight was in her car, her car in a garage a good forty miles from here. She pulled her weapon, feeling better with. . and he rejected me!" What?! Well, what all did he say?"Fiona hiccuped a few times before replying, "He ... he said that he only wants to be my friend. That he isn't attracted to me." He SAID that?! Holy fuck he is crazy."Fiona giggled a little and looked at me with a sudden sparkle in her wet eyes. A coy grin slowly spread across her lips and she asked, "And what do you mean by that?" Well ... I uh ... I guess I mean that I am attracted to you," my voice fading as I grew nervous, finishing. She nodded slowly. “Sort of.”“What?”Sandra just shook her head.“Was it good or bad?” I asked, suddenly wondering if she too had had problems like Talulah. Maybe just not quite as extreme.“I’m not a dyke,” came the response, and she huddled even closer to me.“Oh shit babe, what happened?” I held her tighter.“It was when we were in year eleven,” she whispered. “Do you remember Marcie Tremlow?”“I think so, yes. Why?”“She and Tee were vying for power if you remember. Even back then I was Tee’s.