”“Really? Any clue who it is?” she asks. “No idea, he’s like a ghost… Able to enter high-security homes without leaving a trace,” I tell...her. “Wow, enticing!” She says excitedly. “So this ghost only targets alleged rapists?” “So far… Also, there’s always a tape of the victim confessing his crimes,” I add. I know I shouldn’t be telling her this, but I can resist her. Besides, if I don’t talk about this case, I’m going to lose my shit. “Oh my god! Really! Was that movie star one of them?” she. “Damn, it is hot today, don't you think?” he smiled as he pulled a coke out of the fridge by the door. He then looked back at me and embarrassed me by saying: “So I guess those aren't there because you are cold?”He pointed at my breasts and smiled mischievously and I felt my face go red. I guess he wasn't the only one to wear tight fitting clothes.”Melissa bit her lower lip as she read on. This was the first story she had read where the story teller was a woman, and she was intrigued. Her hand. Peterson shot back. "Ashley, you outgrew that suit two seasons ago, and Abby, I think I have something that will work a little better for you in my room."The girls groaned and rolled their eyes, but they knew better than to test their luck. "Come with me, Abby."Abby followed Mrs. Peterson back to her bedroom. Mrs. Peterson was always so well put together. She actually had a pretty similar figure to Abby.They walked into Mrs. Peterson's room and cut directly into her closet. "Have a seat, girl,. .”When they entered the house there are three couples all clad in beautiful dress but un know to them. The big clock on the wall belled for seven and a gentleman in gorgeous dress of jamindar in his fifties appeared in front of recks where wines are placed. Attention all couples, those who are here are my guest. All the wife should pay attention they are certainly going to enjoy. And husbands don’t worry there is enough food and wine to enjoy and if this is your day you may get something more..