I hope we can keep doing this.”“For as long as you want to,” I said. “Remember, next week I’m out of town.”“I remember. How about a hug?...�� she grinned.I nodded, and we stood up, and hugged. And it felt like I was hugging a friend.March 9, 1992, Chicago, Illinois“What’s on tap for today?” I asked Jessica as we walked to the hospital.“Same as usual! Whatever happens to come through the door!”“And you, Bethany?”“More meetings to explain what I’m doing. I had a few cases last week. One was a rape. A small part of Ashley-Nicole was relieved it was over, she could go back to her very normal life in this very small town. Quiet. Secure. Flyover country, they called it. She walked away without looking back, lest He see the emotion in her face, because a bigger part of her would gladly sell herself to him again for nothing but to simply be back in a large bed, freely exploring her erotic limits. She got in the SUV, and adjusted the seat. She thought about what it was to have him inside her, to. I licked at her nipples, finding out that they were very sensitive. She seemed to really enjoy having her breasts sucked on and cradled my head as I did so. I could my help it, and slid my hand inside her pantie, cupping her crotch. I could feel the stubble of her pussy, like she hadn’t shaved in a few days.I could not help myself, but I wanted to taste her. I kissed from her breasts down to her belly, sliding my tongue over her as I kissed her. As I made my way down to her crotch, I pulled her. Feeling it pulse against my tongue is such an amazing feeling as we both lose ourselves in the moment.We breath heavily as I pull myself up to lay beside her again. I haven't orgasmed yet and my body is pulsing with desire. I gently claw at her and trace her skin and she seems to be falling asleep. "Do I get anything?" Nope!" her words hit like a freight train. Was I a bad girl? Certainly no! I just did a great job I think! No this was something else. What is she playing at?I groan in.