"Well, I ain't talkin' about strippers or massage parlor queens. 'Course it's possible a killer'd go after one of them girls, but our boy had his pick...of all them, and evidently he didn't go for it. He wanted him a nice, respectable girl. One who happens to like to show off her -- self to strange men."My guess, the commercial girls are a whole 'nother thing, Sam. 'Like shootin' fish in a barrel. 'Like a lotta guys, Sam, they don't want no sex, if they gotta pay for it. 'Wanna be loved, for. " You going to divorce her?" That will depend on her. I won't go for one, but if that is what she had in mind when she hired the detective it might end up in a divorce." What are you going to do right now?" I'm going down to Riley's Tavern, have a few and let her sit home and stew for a while." Should we cool it for a bit?" No. She knows about us so there is no reason to stop. Unless you want to?" No lover, I don't. See you Wednesday?" You bet."I had three beers at Riley's and shot a game of. Smiling, he gave her left nipple the same treatment. But she was impatient. She pulled her skirts up and put his hand between her legs to her dripping sweet spot. “Faster, Remley,” she ordered. He laid her on the couch and propped himself on top of her. He slowly slid two fingers into her tight hole. She moaned. He started moving them in and out while she bucked her hips in time with him. He used his thumb to gently rub her clit the whole while. Nyla couldn’t stand it anymore. She pushed. She was on her way to her usual Friday afternoon Happy Hour at Delilah’s, probably to meet Lynn. “Oh, Susan,” I said, “This is Jackie’s boyfriend, Steve. You know, the young lady who was here this morning?”“Oh, right,” she gushed. “Jackie is such a lovely woman. She’s going to look awesome for your formal dance next week…thanks to you!”Steve accepted Susan’s compliments and then she departed.Alone, Steve moved close to me. We kissed and he groped me. I playfully slapped his hand away. “You need.