He was a very handsome older gentleman. He waved back at me, and then crossed his arms and openly watched. I couldn't stop myself from wiggling my hip... to and fro, knowing he was watching so intently. I began to touch myself as I swayed, from my thighs up to my breast prosthesis which was encased in my bra. The nipples were perpetually erect, and so were my own, underneath them. He walked straight up to my balcony and asked could he come up and join me. I told him in a soft voice that I wasn't. ”She thought some more, “I’ll agree to a one-time consult at the request of the Kansas City Police Department. You’ll need to set up something official for me.”Back to Cathal Conway. He listened to my account, my surmises, quietly. His face seemed to grow sadder. Then, no hesitation, “I’ll do it.” Didn’t justify it, didn’t say it could have been Riley. Just, “I’ll do it.”We talked tactics. He’d need another cop. A partner. Vanessa volunteered to buy a uniform. It would pass muster at night. In. She sensed there would be plenty of women for Claude to hit on anyway. She would blend in, have a drink, talk shop, and leave early, hopefully after saying a quick goodbye to Preston whom she thought was responsible for everything and whom she would probably never see again either. She didn’t mind being without these men in her life. Claude, especially, was trouble, and Preston even worse. She’d rather have a stranger from the East Village hitting on her than any man from New Jersey. But she. .” Reaching for the radio and going for the CD case she chooses whatever.(honestly I don’t remember what. In too busy watching the road. And her skirt as it has climbed over her knee and is now bunching a third the way higher than that. If only the hem were looser. Her legs are smooth and silky. Dancer or athlete? I bet she’s still active. I know from bar gossip that she was a cheerleader and did some cross country in high school. I remember hearing once something about her and the balance.