”She left my office and a few minutes later, I headed out to my car to drive to have lunch with Al Barton. We met at Medici as usual, and talked abo...t everything except Jessica. We’d both said everything we had to say on the topic, and she wasn’t talking to either of us. When I finished lunch, I headed back to the office.November 5, 1993, Chicago, Illinois“Hi, Stan,” I said when I walked into Venice Café.“Hi, Steve.”“So, what can I do for you today?” I asked.“Before we get to that, I wanted to. ..Well I certainly do; Now I know there are a lot of women out there that for one reason or another do not like to play,, but that is not me, I absolutely LOVE to masturbate, I love to play with my pussy and usually do it at least everyday…, and sometimes more!!! I like to think about all sorts of things when I play with my pussy and make myself cum. I like to think about girls and guys, sometimes I am being dominated and sometimes I am the mistress.My pussy is nice and trimmed (not usually. As he waited he looked around the house and read Susan’s diaries and letters, hunting for any information which may be useful for the future. Time passed and Sam drew himself a chair next the bed as he admired his work, before entering their minds again. He replayed their encounter from before they slept and mixed it with the fantasies that each had about the other to create an erotic mist that surrounded them both. They he played with their passion. Debbie began to slowly kiss Susan as her. When we parted he looked a little shocked but then kissed me again, this kiss was a little more grown up and I even dared let my tongue dip very slightly and briefly into his mouth. My heart was racing and it felt sooo erotic. When we parted dad asked if I wanted to go back to his hotel and have another drink there, it had to better then my uni digs... and more private too I thought!We got in a cab and went to dads hotel room - I was getting more and more nervous - was it really going to.