It took me a minute because Cheryl was nowhere to be found. So there were no clues and that morning I needed clues.The first thing I did was go to the...bathroom and drink a glass of water to dilute the funky taste in my mouth. Cheryl's body tasted a hundred times better than any man, but it still left a stale taste in my mouth. I decided, my best move would be to put on whatever clothes I had worn over, then get my ass home. I wanted to brush my teeth first, then I wanted a shower.As I passed. We were the only two people there. He walked very quickly and I struggled to keep up with him. Finally, we stopped at a door. He needed several keys to open it. When he did, he nudged me inside and followed behind me. He locked the door behind us. The room resembled a prison cell, but without bars. The walls were made of concrete and the air was cold and damp. There was a bed in the corner and a wooden chair was placed next to the bed. On the floor was a white basin. In the opposite corner was. They’re soooo soft but well they are so soft and yet solid. They’re soft and,” and she stopped for a second. But then she continued. “I could see how a man would want to kiss them.” But her eyes looked downward. “And the rest of you. All of your body is pretty. Your stomach, your hips,” and her eyes went further down Catherine’s frame. “All of you, Catherine. Your whole body including your legs are beautiful and attractive to me.” Catherine heard her and wondered. She smiled and looked back at. Come with me,” that wasn’t a request.“You are?” I asked him now.“Captain Juan Gomez, Judge Advocate General’s Corps. We need your testimony in the matter of your ex-wife, who was apparently something of a civilian worker and camp follower for the Klan, thanks to her late second husband, Clifford Coleman. Did you know that he held the rank of Klensign in the Klan forces? That’s roughly the same rank as you. Equivalent to a butterbar like yourself. Second lieutenant or what the Russians would.