“Throw it to me,” I said again. “I want it.” She rolled her head to the side in shame. “I want to be able to reach it,” she said, “in ca...e I want it back.” “Throw it to me,” I commanded. She reached down and took the bra. She wound up and tossed it. I picked it up and held it to my face. The warmth was just as intoxicating as the smell. “Now,” I said, “put one arm back on the bed over your head and use your other hand to reach into your underwear.” She rested one hand above her head and let her. The general outline of the show was that Haru played a young woman whose sister had gone missing at a party. It was written as Veronica Mars meets Silence of the Lambs, which made it much darker than a normal crime drama. The police weren’t taking the disappearance too seriously because the party was held at a major company’s chairman’s home where his son hosted the party. This caused the police problems because the company employed a large number of the area’s residents. The last thing they. I didn't want to talk to anyone or go out to Summerdale; I wanted to be alone. On the walk back from the country club, I stopped at the marina and bought a used sailboat. I arranged to have it taken out of the water and walked home.After I ate, I changed into work clothes and went to the back to the marina. I polished and buffed the boat, then sailed to the bottom of the bay and back. I enjoyed sailing her. She was a fairly nice boat, much better than what I could rent to sail.I ate supper at. I gave a little yelp of surprise and turned around, to see a young woman in her late twenties flushed with embarrassment. She apologised profusely, hoping that she hadn’t hurt me, and explained that she had been scanning the freezers as she walked along and hadn’t looked up and seen me until after she had hit me with her trolley. She seemed very sweet, and blushed again when I joked that if she had knocked me over I would have expected her to brush me down. We chatted for a minute or two more.