"What do you make of it, Detective?"I turned to the voice beside me, shrewish, slightly balding man with a pencil-thin mustache that went well with hi... sallow,rat-like face. He could have been 42 or 62 - men like him always seemed a caricature of middle-age - and he looked worn out from a life spent catering to the debauched pleasures of the rich and powerful. One wouldn't think that would be so hard on the body, but given a place like this the mileage no doubt accumulated pretty fast. Her's. “Look I’m sorry, not for my lifestyle you understand, but for being so brutal with you. I thought if I was totally crude you would become disgusted with me and leave. I have to admit you took my barrage of sexual activities with some aplomb, until I mentioned sticking my tongue into a woman’s pussy. Looking at you, I would say you’re in your mid to late twenties, so you must have had at least one boyfriend stick his tongue into your pussy and give it a good licking. “I’ve only ever been with. Just get here as soon as you can.’ My mother was the only person I could talk to about anything, including sex. And although I was late picking them up, she’d understand if I just told the truth. Even if that was admitting that I’d been fucking for the last three hours. Dad on the other hand, oh dear god, the man thinks I’m still a virgin. And my mother and I let him think that. I’ve pretty much concluded that I’ll be a virgin until marriage. While at a stop light, I look into the rear mirror. I have to get mynerve up." She was trying to be brave but her lip was quivering.Penny looked directly at her. "That's good, Diane, then tomorrow, we haveget your new identity established. Then a new driver's license. Thenchange credit cards to your new name. Also, you are going with me to getsome shoes and more clothes. Women need more than men. Now we better getgoing. I will call for you tomorrow morning. Are you okay to be leftalone?"She nodded her head bravely and Marty and Penny left. Marty.