Randall was ruined. He quickly became the proud owner of a building no one wanted to live in, and his personal reputation was ruined also. No matter h...w much he denied it, and even though there was never any proof of his involvement, many people believed he'd actually perpetrated the whole business with the postcards.A year later, Dexter was found dead in the south side cemetery. He'd been shot several times by the angry father of one of the young women whose picture had adorned several of the. She reached between her legs and returned her hand to my dick. Her hand was wet from her own juices and the smell of her pussy filled the closet. She pulled my head down, put her lips to my ear and said “I want you to touch me in the front. I want to feel you inside me”. Hearing her say that, with her mouth so close to my ear gave me chill bumps and I was very close to blowing a hot load of cum inside my shorts. I pulled my hand out of the back of her panties. I could smell her pussy. . “I went looking for Mum but she’s kind of tied up right now,” said Bonnie.I grinned and looked at my watch. “I tied her up 20 minutes ago and then I walked out. Did she look frustrated.”“A bit – as far as I could tell past her blindfold. I think she was secretly loving it but I’m s’posed to tell you that you’re an arse.”I put a horrified expression on my face and acted out a shocked gasp. “That’s terrible. How dare she talk about me like that. I expect I’ll have to punish her for that.”Bonnie. ”“Yeah right,” he said as he watched me intently. “That’s a piss poor excuse for being here. What’s your name?”“Kaitlyn Baker.”“How old are you?”“I’m seventeen.”“You know there is a curfew tonight?”“Yeah I know.”“So far you’ve been trespassing and violating curfew.” He put his gun back in his shoulder holster and opened up my jacket. “What’s this you’re wearing?”“It’s my Halloween costume.”“Are you supposed to be a hooker?”“No, it’s supposed to be a little French maid.”He shined his flashlight.