I slipped back on to the bed on top of the bedspread. Chris was flipping through the television channels, her sexy long legs spread out in front of he..., her ankles crossed. A torrid love-making scene flickered across the screen. Chris paused on the channel, which was a Spanish language station. “Do you understand Spanish?” Chris asked. “No,” I replied, “But you don’t have to understand Spanish to appreciate passion.” Chris suddenly flipped on to her side, brushing her long red hair back over. Why are you trying to run from the police? I said. No! Not me! Sir. she said. Right! How far did you think you might get in those big heels? There a little big for your small feet. I said. She looked down. I could see she had painted her toe nails the same matching bright red, as her long finger nails. Slowly put your hands down. Nice! Now put them behind you. I said. She moved her hands down to her big hips. She had trouble putting them behind her lower back. She groaned as I watched. I. The bait would be their dying daughter Erin. The trap would beensuring that the daughters, Erin Claxton and Shelly Banks were leftalone and forgotten by the world in hopes of giving the missing familymembers a false sense of security thereby flushing them out of hiding.Stories of their advanced age and relative youthfulness were squashed inthe press. It helped that both Erin and Shelly shied away frompublicity, wanting instead to cast the light away from anything thatmight draw attention to. When hestopped I a noise of protest, Jeff smiled at me andsaid that I must remember that was an old man, andthat even if my legs could hold out, his couldn’t andthat it would be much better if we retired to thebedroom.Taking him by the hand I led him to the bedroom, Istood in the middle the room as he took of the rest ofmy clothes, then he made me lay down the bed, hishands running over my body, exploring, finding all mysensitive spots, touching and caressing me, arousingme even further,.