Elizabeth heads for the bedroom and pushes the slightly cracked open door open. Alison is lying on the bed completely naked except for a pair of knee ...igh boots, which Elizabeth knows right away is the symbiote Vaut.Alison smiles at her partner as she enters the room from between her spread legs as she strokes her fingers over her engorged pussy lips. “I’ve been waiting for you Elizabeth,” she groans. “I expected you’d be here fairly quickly. Don’t worry about Vaut, I have him under control. He. ‘Oh yes, certainly sir, I have done such a thing, many times indeed!’ ‘Please tell me of one of those occurrences, perhaps where the Priapus in question was larger than most, or perhaps more aggressive than most.’ ‘Or both?’ ‘Why yes, certainly!’ I picked up my pen hastily and rewet my nib, impatient to transcribe the complete tale. She began. ‘As you know, before I was here with your kind sir I was a ward of the Holy Order of Wayward Souls, a most Christian group of caring women who would help. She was staring so intently she jumped a little and asked her what was up. She said: “Mom, you have no hair on your pussy? Why?” I was a little taken aback but kept my cool and said: “Because, it makes me feel sexier when I’m with someone having sex.” She continued to stare and gulped al little and said “Wow. I wish my pussy looked that good.” Taking the queue I asked her if she would like me to shave hers. She paused for a second and said: “Really?” I said yes and we can even do it right. For that was what she was, he kept trying to tell himself. She was just a new part of the case. But her eyes still were there, like melted chocolate, they pulled at him, making him remember more than just her eyes. Like how she’d looked in the skirt she was wearing the first time he’d seen her. Or how she felt, her skin so soft despite the hard manual labor that she did on a daily basis as he had held her hand in comfort. He wasn’t thinking of her like a cop would. That was his whole problem..