"The ID was completely bogus," I said as I pulled the video out and popping it into my laptop. The image was grainy and without color. It showed the p...rking lot entrance from a height of 15 feet. A person's mother couldn't definitively identify anyone.Elizabeth watched for a moment and then shrugged."Yeah, that's crap," she agreed. "Still, there was a clerk who positively ID'ed Huntley. Don't tell me that's garbage, too." It's garbage," I answered. "Look, it's more about the chain of evidence.. “But…but I’ve got to figure out how to handle all of this.” “Tell me about it,” he told her. “Here, come and sit down on the couch.” She walked over to the couch. They sat down. He sat beside her. And she told him her problems, which were in truth pretty messed up. He was shaking his head. Her husband in truth was an asshole as assholes come. Everything he said or did, he could see, would and did upset her to the very end. “I’m so sorry, Bridgette.” He was shaking his head as to how. One asked if he could kiss her, she loves kissing. He started kissing her and then the other guy started sucking on her nipple. Her nipples were really hard at this point. The couples across the way were watching all of this and smiling. A few other guys got into the hot tub near us. I looked at them and gave them the ok that they could come over and join her. They were all very respectful and making sure it was ok. One guy moved in front of her and put his hands under her and lifted her up. He closed his eyes and leaned back as he triedto get a harder grip on his cock through the lace but he was brought backby her demanding that she look at him. When he did she started snappingpictures, one after the other, close-ups of his hands, and full viewshots of him sitting there, skirt around his waist, in stockings andheels, and all he could think was that his cock was so hard it felt likeit was ready to explode. He felt torn in half by his emotions. Part of him desperately wanted.