“Okay,” I agreed, and stood up.At the door, we stopped to get our jackets, then I opened the front door, and let her out before me. We turned righ... at the gate and headed down towards town.“So, what did you want to talk about?” I asked as we walked along side by side.“Us,” she replied.“Is there an us anymore Cal?” I queried.“I hope there can be,” she replied, “at least some sort of us. I do still love you David.”“Remember months ago in Bernie’s office?” Bernie was what we all called our deputy. The killer seems to be targeting alleged rapists. That’s what the three victims have in common.”“O’Connell, that P. I. is asking for you,” Major Davis interrupts as he walks in. “Garcia?” she asks. “God that woman is relentless.” She then turns back to me. “See what else you can find out and we’ll talk later.” She then turned heel and walked out in a huff. I grabbed my coffee and made my way back to the lab. “Nick! I finished organizing the documents on where the evidence was found and its. She even suspected that they were fucking again. And to make matters worse, Joan Wagner, her matron of honor, spent every minute of every practice flirting with her father. He seemed to like it, too, and Linda was burning with jealousy.Joan was the same age as Linda, only very blonde and unusually full bodied. Ripe, her father said. Fat, Linda said. She wished now she had never chosen Joan for the honored spot, even if they had been best friends in school.Joan married her high school. My mind flicked through scenarios, I imagined us somewhere semi-public, his fingers expertly rubbing my clitoris and the risk of being discovered adding to the excitement. Then I imagined he was here in my bedroom, bending me over, fucking me roughly and gripping my hips as he pounded my pussy again and again. The fantasy I settled on was of his mouth on my cunt, fingers inside me as he sucked on my clit. I imagined he would hold me on the edge of my orgasm, as I held myself now, not quite.