" You do that," Dr. John McClendon said absently from the passenger seat. He was rummaging through his medical bag, trying to find something. Matthews...didn't know what and cared less; he was still griping about the rain."I been a cop ten years," Matthews pontificated, "and the absolute worst thing is the damn rain. People are friggin idiots when it rains, going too damn fast, forgetting their damn headlights, man, you just wouldn't believe the crap I've seen out there." Uh huh," McClendon. She wasn't worried aboutanything until she saw thebuilding. It was dark and foreboding, and Karen found herself staringat it paralyzed by fear.Eventually her paralysis was broken by the feel of someone bumpinginto her from behind. "Geez, k**! What's the matter with you, standing in the middle of thesidewalk like that?"Karen turned around to face the owner of the voice. It was a tallblonde girl, about sixteen yearsold. Something else to frighten f******n year old Karen. "You justgonna stare at. He smirked and said, “I don’t think you’re out of the woods just yet,” before slowly easing himself down her body, dropping wet kisses between her breasts and lower still. He ripped the tight black capris from her body and was delighted to find that she wore no panties. “Good,” he rumbled settling with his hands caressing her inner thighs. “I have a rather deep appreciation for pretty lace things and would have hated to have ripped them off of you.” With that he used his hands to push her. When her mother died of an allergic reaction to some food on a trip to France, I was the one who had to help her learn how to be a woman. So I had helped her get fitted with bras, helped her deal with feminine hygiene. Fortunately, Heather entered the picture before things got really crazy. But she was right that I had gotten a lot of pleasure sneaking looks at her in the pool, as she darted to the restroom, when she was lying around the house. Now her body felt so good in my hands. Her.