I was in heaven.But things came crashing down when I discovered I was not the only one fucking Nancy Jo. I thought my world had ended and even contemp...ated suicide.I was naïve enough to think if a girl let you fuck her, she really loved you, but I was sadly mistaken. Nancy Jo was fucking multiple guys. After I moved on, I even heard stories that she had a thing for girls too.After high school, I started hitting bars. I looked older than I really was and rarely got carded. Obviously, I was. ” I heard something hit the floor and rattle as it came to a stop. “Where is she.”“Who?”“Who the hell are you? You know the woman this is about. Where is she?”There was nothing, only the shuffling of feet. It was an odd sound, like each step, left or right, was more of a drag than a step. But I pushed that out, Mitch was in danger and because of me. I peeked out from under the booth and saw that he only made perfunctory check of the tables and booths. He already seemed fixed on the counter and. I did and was scared. She hugged me and laughed at me and asked me-“Ok? Bas?” .I asked “ Can I kiss you”? She was shocked but then told me-“Ok.Only on the lips but not anything else.ok?” She smiled! I was happy and moved my face towards her. I felt her breath. I grabbed her tightly.I could feel her boobs press against my chest and my waist pressing against her. I kissed on her forehead and she closed her eyes. I advanced my left palm on her waist and my right palm over her butt. I wanted to. First I visited David Olsen and then I went on an errand for him. Why?" The police searched Brentano's house and offices. It was all over the news. A little bird tweeted in my ear that they hit pay dirt in his basement. A right little drug store and what looks to be an interesting video collection. Let's wait and see. It's quite possible that you nailed the bastard, Melanie."A week before, Melanie had invited a team of detectives into her home. It was of significance that the deed to the house.