I wondered what he did with the photographs, and I also wondered, not without a lot of heart thumping, if he'd like to take a picture of Romeo and me....s I said goodbye, the Baxters were arm in arm on the front lawn, happy as larks. It gave me a funny feeling to see them so normal when I knew the sick truth about their love life. Then I took the stolen photo, marched straight into the upstairs bathroom, and while drooling over it, I finger-fucked myself until I came, biting the hem of my skirt. Releasing her grip, she slides one finger along my wetness while raising my chin with her other hand thereby encouraging me to watch in the mirror. Her fingers part my lips and open me wide, tenderly she runs her finger up and down my opening, lubricating the area with my juices, her gentleness tickles a little but she is quite firm when her touch reaches my clit. Filled with excitement I watch and feel myself getting wetter with each stroke of her fingers. Unable to stand it any longer I push. Carrigan and my question is very simple. Mr. Badzinski, did you assault, Richard Lindquist?”“No, I did not assault Dick on the night in question or on any other instance.”“It seems odd that you’d call him Dick when in your last interview, you stated you didn’t know Mr. Lindquist. It’s disrespectful if you ask me.”“Is there a question or are you trying to provoke my client Detective Macek?”I cut in.“I believe there was Bob. I meet your challenge Detective. You’re right, it’s disrespectful. I. He had instructed her not to remember anything he had told her about the triggers -- how had he fucked that up? He was starting to sweat in his jacket from the sexual tension and the furious thinking of how she had remembered he told her to take her clothes off. Absent mindedly, he said, "Wow, its hot in here." She keep looking at him with disdain and going on about how she's not that easy, but he noticed that while she was talking she had started fanning herself. Soon she started unbuttoning.