That night I waited in the study going over some accounts until Rose got home. Still giddy as a school girl when she carried in several large boxes �... ‘Look, Jackson, at what I’ve picked out!’ She untied the first box and brought out a platinum wig piled high with elegant curls. Then she took out a gown of gossamer silver and pink, shook it and held it up to herself, ‘I’m going as Josephine!!’ as she spun around, ‘And the finishing touch is the masque’ … she held up a silver masque that covered. I guess pointing out that until they came up with a way of pulling memories out of a dead brain, they wouldn’t really have the true viewpoint of all victims.Primarily what they objected too, however, was my insistence that living out the crime from the victim’s point of view didn’t necessarily equal punishment– especially with psychopaths or in the case of sexual crimes. “A true psychopath,” I testified, “would not have a normal person’s emotional and psychological response. They would. Good morning Nina, how are you feeling,” he glared at Shawn, but smiled at me as he put his hand on the small of my back and lead me to a chair in the dining room. “Thank you, I feel better now that I have had a hot bath and a long conversation with Shawn,” I blushed thinking about how intimately I knew this young man and I never got his name. “Then let’s get some food in you and you will feel even better,” he said as he left for the kitchen. He returned with plates for eggs, bacon and. Examining the shelves was my first glimpse into his ‘other’ life. There was his family, his awards. I felt his breath on my neck and his hands on my waist but didn’t react. “Did I tell you how much I like your little outfit?” “No you didn’t.” His lips were brushing my neck, his nose in my hair breathing in my scent as he pulled me back against his body. I could clearly feel the outline of his cock against my lower back. Big, hard and throbbing with urgent need. “Perhaps it’d be easier to show.