I was marched into an interogation room in the police station. The room had no windows and only one lamp on the table. I saw some hooks on the ceiling...and one wall was covered with something that looked like a side of a tent.Two mid-age police officers came in and when they saw me looking around said they're sorry, but the other rooms are occupied so the had to interrogate me in this old storage room. They sit on the other side of the table and started asking me questions like who is my pimp,. She then grabbed blankets for Dave and headed down to make a bed for him. As soon as she left the bedroom I was up and walked quietly down the hall to watch and see what went on. Dave come in the house and went to he bathroom. Tammy started making the pull out bed after he came out of the bathroom. When Dave came out of the bathroom he saw Tammy binding over and he could see her ass and bare pussy. They were talking as she made the full out bed for him, she told him to relax and to come over. She looked at him. That lovely smile again. She never knew love could be so beautiful. So wonderful. So graceful. She walked over to the table at the center. Even the best of hotels would have envied the setup. A fine velvet fabric covered the table. The scattered rose petals made the table look like a bed of roses. In the middle was a candle stand. The candle burned cautiously hoping it didn’t spoil the roses stuffed into the stand around the candle. He held her hand and they moved to her. That, in turn, impels her to continue. If I made a fuss about it, it would sound like I didn't deserve it -- and ultimately, she would withdraw it -- and the respect that goes with it," I explained. "It's complicated." I'll say!" Heather rubbed her face. "What about Mom?" Your mother couldn't be more different," I told her. "Your mother pushes and complains and spins things her direction and argues -- until she's pressed directly. Then she goes on the defensive, but it's a delaying action..