"Notme." Did you ever think of going to the police?"She laughed, but not happily. "Who would they believe?" It's really strong of you to have told me.... I wish I hadn't had to," she whispered, and, by turning to stare out ofthe window, the conversation was closed.Fourteen.Back to Hurricane Pirbright; within hours of starting again on theMonday morning the wonderful weekend had faded to some distant, half-remembered myth."It's going to be torture being so close, but so far apart,". “Did my Uncle get hurt?”She shook her head in the negative, but didn’t utter the words I wanted to hear. I had a pretty good read on the strong-willed FBI agent at that point and I translated that as more neutral than a simple no.Of course, we managed to wake Eve up on the way through the living room and she insisted on making us both a cup of coffee to take on the road over to the scene of the crime.We were both silent with our own thoughts on the way uptown and in a sense I really appreciated. “Hey look at this, it works.”Riley smiles as she checks hers, getting the same result. “What about the rest of the equipment?”The first thing Nikki checks is her watch, which unfortunately is still not working. They go about checking each piece of electronic equipment, but nothing else works.“That’s strange,” Riley says. “I wonder why only these work.” She waves the flashlight around through the air.“Maybe because it’s the only piece of equipment we have that runs on a cell,” Nikki. First the tip of her finger dipped and rubbed, then it sank deeper to the second knuckle, and she began a steady rhythmic penetration of her young pussy, her eyes closed now and her moaning somewhat more apparent as she continued. Just as my hand slid over and around my hard shaft, Sami sank her finger all the way into her pussy, gave a louder moan, a shiver and obviously achieved her orgasm as her pussy seemed to leak nectar all over her hand. I was about to begin my own active masturbatory.