‘Want to touch it?’ she asked.Without waiting for a reply she took my hand and guided it to her lower lips. My fingers touched her gently, moving ...p and down her slit in a slow sensual way. Her breathing quickened as I parted the outer lips to stroke the pink flesh within. My fingers found her sensitive clitoris and coaxed it out from under its hood.I removed my fingers from her, brought them to my mouth and wetted them with saliva before I reapplied them to her button. I stroked her slowly, my. Svelte and gorgeous. Her long hair waved and over one shoulder, eyes large, body shown to advantage by the smooth black material hugging her, the slit in the side hinting at her long, bare legs. "I look like a whore, Con."Vicky felt a slap in her rear. "Like a goddess, Vic. A beautiful, mature woman. No man alive could resist you. He'll probably ask you to marry him on the spot." Connie's personality had returned to the bright, happy woman she had been before her marriage. The lawyer had been a. That she really had a crush on me, and that this wasn't some strange, bizarre dream. As if being able to stop time and mind control people by speaking to them when they were frozen wasn't Twilight Zone enough. While my mind grappled to understand this new paradigm shift, my gaze shot past her shoulder, attracted by the movement of the man in the gray jumpsuit slamming close the van's sliding side door.That bright, yellow explosion painted on the side of the work van arrested my attention. The. .." He groaned. "I'm just no good at this level of violence. Gotta go." He hung up, quickly found a toilet, and threw up.An hour later, Bella died on the operating table.David called Dorothy Hummel, dialing the number of the cell phone that Flint had given her."Did Eileen tell you about James Peck, Dorothy?" David said."Yes. It is her understanding that that monster would be arrested today." He's dead." David went on to tell Dorothy what happened, minimizing the gory detail. "Would you break.