This is not ‘Night Stalker’, you know.’ ‘I don’t know, Sam.’ Jake plopped himself in one of her visitor chairs. ‘I’ve heard a lot of s...range stuff about the Crimson King.’ ‘So?’ ‘No one I’ve ever spoken to has ever gotten anywhere with an investigation of this creep.’ ‘Any leftovers?’ ‘Other than the bodies? No. No forensic items.’ ‘What about blood?’ ‘Nope. If there’s anything left, it belongs to the victim.’ ‘What about needle marks?’ ‘Needle marks? From what?’ ‘The blood removal.’ ‘Uh …. That exploration eventually encompassed sexuality and I was one up on him since my dad received Playboy magazine in the mail and had been for years. Suddenly our game room had another attraction since his household was very strictly religious and the word sex was never even mentioned.It was as if talking about sex would invite that uncomfortable topic into their home. I had stashed away many of the centerfolds in a section of our attic which could only be accessed through the sidewall of a. She looked a little more relaxed. "No, it's okay, I want you to tell me these things. Well, if you really think there's nothing wrong..." Pretty sure of it, anyway."Diane's smile widened. "Good. I have to admit I was starting to get worried myself. Listen, if she calls me down before you, I'll let you know how it went, okay? And you do the same for me if you get picked first?"Heather swallowed and nodded, forcing a smile. "Sure, Diane. That's what friends are for."Diane started away."Oh, Diane,. Mindy, on my right again, grabbed my hand and put it on her ass, which of course was perfect, and Eva just held my other hand in both of hers, and set her chin on my shoulder. I smiled and looked at each of them, wondering where we go from here, and Mindy spoke before I could ask. “So, are you comfortable?” Mindy asked. She slid my hand under her bottoms, cupping her ass. My heart was beating out of my chest, but physical comfort-wise I was good sure. “Ya I’m great!” My voice came out a.