“So, you are on guard duty?” I asked. “How did you six go about choosing who would be on duty?”“Well, we decided to wrestle naked for who wo...ld get to sleep. The first two losers were pitted against one another with the loser of that match fighting the final combatant. The loser of that match is stuck on duty. I lost because I got too excited with all of the naked bodies rubbing together. We were all sweaty and flopping everywhere. You should have seen it.”I stared at her in shock. My mouth. Suddenly I saw her hair – it was so much of a fuckin mess she looked like ‘Side show Bob’ out of the Simpsons – don’t laugh – whatever you do – don’t laugh – that would kill everything and I can already feel this is going to be really worthwhile.You know when you get that tingling in your bum and it reaches down the back of your thighs, right down to your ankles and then all the way back up again – you got it – that’s the one.I rolled completely onto my back (much easier for her) and she gagged. It looked a lot like my soul these days, if I had one. If I ever had one, it never looked all that good I'm sure.When I got back to Aster, I sat my ass on the second floor sofa. Inside my Townhouse there were sofas on both floors. The first floor ones were arranged for conversation. The ones on the second floor faced the window over the street.So that morning I sat my ass down with a killer strong cup of coffee, plugged my ass in and meditated while I charged. The MP3 player on steroids played. "But that won't give us the rapist" How about if they convince us they aren't the rapist, we turn them in just because we can?" Wilson asked."You know Wilson, I like the way you think," I said. "We should go mark his car now. I'll bet it is in the parking lot of the trucking company. I also bet you can get a DMV record for me." Yes I can do that, but how about I also put a tracker on his boat trailer. I have an ID ready as a DMV inspector. I can walk up to check the license plate on the trailer.