I'm ok, I guess. We got the news today that they aren't going to try and throw me in jail, so that's good. They also decided I am going to live with m... grandparents." At least the decision is made now. Moving to Florida isn't as bad as being in limbo." I guess. I don't really want to go. I just got friends. And you're here," she said, sounding sad."I know, and just because you're in Florida, doesn't mean we can't all still be friends. Three years and we're off to college. I'm sure the girls are. She rapidly agreed, and had soon got all her stuff laid out on a nice clean tablecloth. Jacqui was wearing her shorts again with a pale yellow blouse. My eager eyes could discern the outlines of a bra underneath. I was wearing just my shorts as usual.After eating, I lay back to watch the blue, cloudless sky, wondering if I dare bring up the topic of sex in any way, shape or form. The answer was no, I daren't.Jacqui lay down beside me but on her side propped up on one elbow and looking down at. On the lucky night I was to arrive at a local motel, I had a key and arrived at the appointed time. I received the text that all was well. I entered the room and the same scene I had saw in the pictures was in play. Michelle was in black stockings garter a leather bustier and heels. Melinda was wearing only her collar and leash. Michelle ordered Melinda to begin and tugged the leash. Michelle sat on the end of the bed and Melinda crawled over and began kissing up her leg. Michelle motioned. She grabbed it, hit the answer button and said irritated, “WHAT??!!” Then she stopped and listened intently. She said, “Okay, we can talk. But, my husband’s the heavyweight investigator. He has to be involved in this too. I only work with him.”That was my introduction to Peter Paul Pritman. The moniker Peter-Paul was a bit of a smokescreen. The family was Jewish, not Anglo-Saxon Protestant. He fancied calling himself Trey – get it? three “Ps.”Trey had made his money the old-fashioned way - he.