’ ‘I saw you on ‘Sixty Minutes’ a few years back,’ the sheriff took a long drag on his cigar and rubbed his eyes, ‘Something about a nutca...e killing people in Chicago?’ ‘Locals called him the Candyman,’ Loomis said and then added, ‘Something of an urban legend… I think you can relate.’ Williams ignored the implication and said, ‘You’re considered to be one of the top minds in criminal psychology.’ ‘By some,’ Loomis said, ‘By others, no. Often, my findings aren’t very popular.’ The sheriff. The ape sagged forward, choking on its own blood ... dead.Tarjana left her where she fell.As she turned and moved towards where the corpse of the male lay, Tarjana wondered if the female had known she was about to die, or if she had cared.Of the male's corpse, Tarjana made swift work, still fearful of the strange, enveloping mists that had snatched the juveniles away. Quickly Tarjana removed the best of the meat such as she could carry away with her and eat that night. The remainder she left. “Stand up, both of you.” I ordered with a grin. They did – Phillip’s tall, pale body a contrast to Miranda’s shorter, darker one. Miranda had large breasts with dark, dusky nipples. She looked like a luscious offering, which got my mind ticking on different dares, but that was for later. I took a teaspoon of the chocolate spread and rubbed it onto her stomach. “Aaahh, that’s cold,” she squealed. “Not for long,” I teased. “Rub yourselves together to spread it around. You’re a chocolate. So tight. You sit back down from a sudden pain from the denim resistance. “You poor thing!” I crawl over to your chair instinctively, wanting to help. There’s a weird pause. Is this happening? The mood is too strong to fight this. It overpowers trepidations. My big feminine eyelashes bat as I look up at you like all the women you watch in your favorite videos. Glazed and longing for your manhood. I test the waters delicately, brushing my fingers up your thigh. “If you let it out, we can do.