‘I’m sorry we didn’t get to talk much when we first met atuniform supply. Would you like to get a drink after you get offwork?’‘Sure, I get ...ff at midnight. Meet me in the parking lot at12:15’ she said.The rest of my shift dragged on, like time was standingstill. At 10:45 pm when I got off, I ran home, quickly showered andchanged clothes and drove down to the jail. I was standing next tomy car when she came out.‘I can’t go out tonight’ she said, ‘but I can stay and talkfor a few minutes.’I. ” The picture quality was just good enough to recognize it was her room, and a guy was buried in her pussy balls deep. The caption at the lower right corner read the date and time of the record. “How did you...? I swear, I'm going to kill you!!” She was in blank rage; hatred filled her eyes – more than usual. “No, you're not,” I stated stoically, “'cause I'm gonna show this piece of evidence to your dad and my mom as soon as they come back. Unless...” The expression of pure horror; no, better:. The anal hounds are out, and I’m sending signals from my hot ass like a bitch in heat, which I am and I’m available. I’m anxious and I hope that I don’t blow it by acting too eager when these guys approach me. The bartender keeps looking my way and had come over three times already to see if I wanted another drink. He was handsome, but getting with him would only complicated things. If we got into some action and later had a falling out, I wouldn’t be able to come to this bar again. I don’t. A five minute drive, maybe a half an hour of conversation, that’s all I ask. It’s important to me. It’s important because I want you to see the woman I am now.”There was a look of desperation on her face so I agreed. A small smile touched her lips. “Thank you. You can follow me in your car and leave straight from where we’re going.”We ended up in an upscale neighborhood. The houses were nice, not quite the McMansions of many, but very solidly upper middle-class. She got out at a rock and cedar.