I had thoughts of getting cleaned up and spending some time at the local pool doing a little swimming and working on a tan. She came up to me as I was...heading up the walkway and asked if I had a few minutes to possibly fix her sink in the master bedroom. It was stopped up and leaking from the trap below the sink. She looked pretty in the bright sun, wearing a blue dress with a white blouse and matching blazer, high heels, and sheer black stockings. Her auburn hair in a neat bun, and just the. Then from the heave of her breast I noticed that she started breathing faster and deeper. At this moment the movements of her right hand slowed down more and more. With her legs still spread apart she raised her knees and almost ceased moving her hand. Suddenly she abruptly draw her arm from under the blanket and smelled the hand! At the same moment her pelvis raised abruptly and started swaying from side to side. She was enjoying her excitement abiding the edge of orgasm! But she could not. Sometimes, he caught me staring and I would immediately start doing something; acting as if nothing was going on. At the end of the class in the weight room, I asked him for some help with techniques for a leg press machine. Most people were already in the change rooms getting ready to go home. Mr. Hanson led me over to the leg press machine, and I got on it. I started using it and he started correcting my technique, but this time, he was touching my thigh and putting his hands a bit higher. They had a search warrant for my house and office, where they claimed that they found all kinds of stuff that connected me with Mary Simmons. You know, receipts for hotel rooms, book matches from the same hotel and they even claimed that they found my fingerprints on a glass and a Champagne bottle in the room that Mary was killed in."The next thing I know some little shit who worked at the hotel swore blind that he delivered the bottle of Champagne to Mary's room and that he had seen me in.