”“And the fingers?”“Sorry, Mr. Marifou. It is me who needs to ask the questions and I can’t share any lab results with you.”“Why not? I ...m the victim here and I cut them off. I like to know who they belong to. I am sure a virtual DNA model will give the world of origin and there might be clues on the fingers or in the blood where the fellow has been recent.”“This is an ongoing and active police investigation and for precisely the reason you are the victim, we can not share our investigation. Once at the kiosk I again made sure to sit on a high stool to pop my shoes back on.Lifting my legs high to fasten my straps around my ankles I gave a good show of legs and knickers.Frank was sat opposite me and was beaming, mouthing that my knickers were on full show.I quickly hoisted my skirt up a bit and for a few seconds my wet cunt would have been on view, my knickers by this point a tornado twisted shape and deep up my fanny crack.Two of the teens were opposite and must have had a view of. The girls said that they understood, but that didn’t prevent the frustration.As we’d agreed, Anala didn’t visit, and we didn’t have our usual Sunday gathering because our friends were all studying. I did talk with Karin and Sofia that morning and heard from both of them that Sweden had won the Eurovision Song Contest for the second time. A Swedish group called ‘Herreys’ had won with their song Diggi-Loo Diggi-Ley. Sofia said that she’d send me a ‘45’ of the song right away so that I could hear. "Hey, don't let it bother you. We understand these things." "Well, I certainly enjoyed all the attention just now, but now I'm thursty and would love something to drink, would anyone else like something?" I asked. "What you got?" Gene asked. "I've got Cherry Dr. Pepper, sweet tea, Coke and water." "I'll have some of the tea," Ed said. "Tea for me, too, please," said James. "I think I'd like some water," replied Gene. So I got up and went into the kitchen, which is quite open to the rest of.