“I’m sure he won’t remember anything tomorrow, with as drunk as he is, but if karma is nice, it’ll give him a wicked hangover for being such a...douche,” she said, smiling.Hunter laughed at that, as they pulled into his driveway. He was gallant enough to carry her bag into the house for her, and holding her hand, led her upstairs to his room.He walked across the darkened room and turned on his desk lamp and radio, keeping the volume down low. She could tell this time, he had really cleaned, and. When we finished frenching, she leaned back against the wall that was on one side of the bed and said, "Wow!" After several minutes of looking at me dreamily, her fingers toying with her cunt she asked, "How many women have you been with Peter?" I had to think about that. I didn't say names, but in my head I was counting them. Four the first night I fucked her, then Mrs. Martin, Mrs Wilson, Gloria, Marcia, and then I lost count and shrugged my shoulders. She raised her eyebrows and said,. ”“Good. Do you think you can stall them?”“No,” I said. “They let me make this call. Once I’m done, I’ll need to go with them.”“OK. I’ll get someone over there to meet you. It’s just around the corner from our office. If nobody is free, I’ll come myself. It’s not my area of practice, but I can run interference until we get someone more experienced. Say nothing at all. Tell them that you’re waiting for your lawyer. Say nothing and sign nothing. Got it?”“Got it. Thanks,” I said.I hung up and then. I raced home as fast as I could, and locked the door behind me. I tookthe picture out of my jacket pocket, threw my jacket on the couch and satin the chair, and closely studied the picture. The more I examined it,the more I realised that it was me in the picture, I went to where I keptmy clothes and found the same suspender belt that was in the picture inmy drawer, so I knew it was mine, I froze in fear, who had seen me likethis, let alone taken a photo without me knowing.All that night I.