"Over the sound of retreating footsteps, the Coroner replied, "Sure thing."The door opened and closed. There were a few moments of silence, broken by ...he Coroner's breathing. He took a deep breath, paused and then let it out.He mumbled under his breath, "Yeah, I got your card Detective."She heard him wad it up, a moment later it thunked into a waste can. His face appeared in her vision. It was horribly pockmarked. Deep scars from acne peppered his skin. There was something oddly familiar about. It hit me like a rock then and there just what had gone on.. And I was greatly disappointing in myself for not trying to do a bit of peeping and seeing what she and rambo where really doing.. There certainly was not a doubt left in my mind at that point knowing what had gone on and her inner thighs were soaked from their previous action. She was trying to convince me she'd just showered but I'm no fool to the knowing of what is water and what is cum juices. Of course she has not. Her long blonde hair was tied up in a bun looking a lot like Portia de Rossi in her role as Nelle Porter in the old television series Ally McBeal. She was all business and unimpressed by John’s wealth or philanthropic intentions. The meeting lasted about ninety minutes, but the time went by quickly. Dinah Cohen was impressed by April Martin’s grasp on the situation and scope of the plan she envisioned for the facility. Rather than handing it off to one of her 4th year associates, Dinah decided. Victoria Hill was born in England. She was in her late thirties. She was tanned and fit, with shoulder-length, light brown hair. She was about five-feet-six-inches inches tall and had very striking features. She wasn’t traditionally pretty but had a fantastic body and very sexy, mesmerizing eyes.She had no children and lived with her first husband, who I found out later was John. Up to that point, we had only said hello to each other, but I had fantasized about her many times before.Victoria.