We walked across the street to some sort of office building and into a hearing room. It was full of reporters and I took a deep breath before sitting ...own in front of the microphone. I read my prepared statement and took a few questions. They were all sympathetic, and covered stuff I'd gone over with Anna. When all of the Democrats on the committee had finished, Mr. Witt asked me a few questions about the girls that had gotten raped before me. Then he turned the questioning over to. The crowd behind me parted as Kristin and a gaggle of girls pressed through. She wrapped her boyfriend in a big hug and started her constant chatter. Taking his arm, she turned him away from me and started walking the other direction. At first he hesitated, but then complied, wrapping his arm possessively around the tiny cheerleader.Both threw one more glance in my direction. Mike's look said he wasn't done with me yet. Kristin's was less readable. A furrowed brow and nervous little smile. It. The bedroom with a huge bed and a lovely bathroom with a large tub and a separate shower.Suddenly Calissa was aware of what she had totally agreed to. She and Jeff, after all these years, were going to sleep and more together again. She felt the fiery passion cascade through her body, so when Jeff came behind her and spun her around to kiss her fiercely, she responded immediately.The years fell away, yes they were now well into their fifties, but both felt like they were back to the first. Her, she was to be it's next victim. It twitched slightly and she washed it quickly and then stood up. Robert had taken shampoo and was washing his hair. He rinsed himself off quickly, and then stepped out of the shower leaving her there, relieved, and disappointed. Damn she thought, and blushed at the thought.She washed herself, washed and conditioned her hair, about the only thing she did do to her hair, and considered using the shower massage on parts of her, but decided to follow him.