I thought you were gone. I didn’t see a reason to…” I can’t finish my sentence, and instead suck in an enormous, gasping breath, for at that m...ment he runs his middle finger right through the canal of my sex. Speech is gone completely. Rational thought itself is hanging by a thread.Ben is not done. He plays lightly with my lips, first on the right side, then on the left. His movements are smooth and perfect. This is his pussy. He knows just how to make it do what he wants. And he wants me to. While I didn't have a lot of sympathy for criminals, Iwondered what kind of person I would've turned out to be if afather who was a drunken-monster had raised me. So maybeAndersonville was supposed to be a second chance for people likehim. It seemed like a pleasant idea anyway. Then I rememberedPete Atkins telling the town was set up to stop a conflictbetween his people and theirs. If this was so, why did they needother people to fill in the blank spaces? I was so busy thinkingthat I didn't. The ornaments and little knubs will make my time rather uncomfortable, I realize, even more than I had planned. But there's no way back now. I fasten a broader strap around my stomach that pulles me back and downwards and pull it tight, almost painfully so. I shiver again. This time not only from the cold.My hands pick up the seesaw, the most ingenious part of the setup, and I can't help but grin proudly. I invented this myself, for you. I'm curious what descriptions you will have for it, and I. He looked down at his papers and cleared his throat.“It’s called a conflict of interest, Ms. Gudapati. You traded the same stock as your customer.”“And tell me exactly what is a conflict of interest?”This simple question stumped the investigator. “Well, you know, there’s no precise definition. It’s when there’s a, you know, conflict, and you disregard it. And buying the exact same stock as your customer, and on the exact same day: I’d call that a conflict. Wouldn’t you?”Geeta smiled. “Suppose.