He didn't even know my name but knew who I was. He gave me his address and I came over. I made it a point to wear my tightest jeans and no shirt under...a denim coat and wore a bandana. He let me in and asked me to sit down. He instantly wanted to jump me, but I told him to sit next to me...and watch. I pulled out my bulging cock and basically did my best Jeff Stryker; I started to dirty talk him and taunt him with my youthful pulsating body, slowly stroking my cock... He started to jerk off. "Fuck, I was k**ding," my wife said. And they continued to crack up at us. But me and the other guy didn't seem to care. We just kept on stroking, right there in front of each other, in front of our wives, and in front of one another's wives. "Well, I guess you guys are gonna do this, better hurry up before someone sees," his wife said. "I'm trying to go as fast as I can, " her husband moaned. "How about a little help here?" he asked. I was sure he was joking, but before I knew it, she walked. I realize that I am going to have to do something about my clothing situation. I have nothing but the outfit that Gwen lent me and my nightgown. And I have no idea how I would go about making something. I come from an age where you went to the department store and bought your new clothes there. This home made stuff was lost on me. Or more to say I was lost in it.Nimrod joins me after he penned a note to Melville and Godiva. He quietly folds our Robes and my sheet and puts them away. His. Staring at Jeff for a moment longer, he turned his head slightly to lock eyes with the colonel."What's the name of those two people we got from the FBI a couple years ago?" Uh, Davis and Cochran, as best I remember, Sir." Surely, they know how to interview a rape victim. I think we'll handle this doctor ourselves. Let's get the two ex-FBI people to talk to this woman. Have them present themselves as FBI — along with the proper IDs and technology, of course — and verify her story. No fucking way.