“Was he wearing gloves?”“What?” both men asked.“Michaels, did he have gloves on when we set him up to pull over Jason Stevens? Did you do as...I told you?”“No gloves were found on his hands or at the scene,” the coroner shrugged.“It’s a shame, this whole catastrophe could have possibly been avoided,” Nelson muttered as he walked out of the room.Jason sat in the interrogation room, surrounded on all sides by cinderblock walls with a table bolted to the floor in front of him. The lights above. He continued his caresses as he stripped her, placing her on the bed, spreading her legs as he mounted her. She said, he was large, very thick and when he began to enter her he stretched her so much that she didn't think she could take him, but he made sure she did. She said, she felt like she was being ravished when he was thrusting fully into her, stretching her more. She said, "I felt like a rag doll as he moved me around, and then he gripped my ass and plunged even deeper, and I just went. Finally satisfied with the security of the straps, Claire invited me to lay beside her, with one leg under hers and the other over it, and my head resting on her arm. I started by slowly kissing her, my erection pressing against her hip through my boxers as we made out and I gently caressed her waist and sides, kneading around the base of her breasts and then tweaking and licking and biting her sensitive nipples until they were dark pink and fully engorged. As she arched her back and moaned she. He was standing outside of his car as a group of bearded men rushed up and enveloped him in a mass of raised fists and sticks. She thought she saw his eyes again as they stared at her in pain and pleading only to disappear again behind the angry crowd. She was sure she had seen her mother rush out from the passenger side of the car and into the confused mass of bodies. She was beautiful, Arabic, with dark hair and eyes and a small, shapely body. Leta imagined that she saw all of this as her.