J. says, intent on awakening her to her untapped sexual potential. “I guess...maybe…but I was always shy and kind of nerdy…” Alison replies. �...�Bruce is the only guy I’ve ever…” she breaks off, starting to blush. Seeing her defenses starting to crumble, J.J. amps up the pressure. “So, even in college, when you guys were separated for so long, you didn’t hook up with any other dudes?” he asks. “No. My roommates and all of my friends would go out on Saturday nights and I would sit in the dorm. So Joanna's phone rings and she answers, It's some gay guy whatever I put my hand on her lap slowly really slow so she wouldn't notice, I start easing my hand to her inner thigh than start making small circles than make my way to her pussy. Now if she didn't notice she's stupid. I start to rub where her clit should be through her shorts. Her part in the conversation suddenly starts be shorter and shorter and she starts to make small gasps for breath. Now I love giving girls pleasure but I want. Then he saw it: a barely noticeable square, about a foot-and-a-half across, cut into the gyprock of the wall behind the furnace. “What’s this?” He tried to use his fingernails to grip the edges but they were too small, so he pushed on it.Click. The square pushed itself out from the rest of the wall, where he was able to pull it free. A hidden cache, Shawn realized. Maybe his mother used it to hide her extra booze. He reached in and started pulling things out.An old book, a bundle of money in a. .. ?”“The widow of Dr. Weed, whose treatise you investigated this week. I told her of your interest and she suggested you visit her. She still has many artifacts from Dr. Weed’s illustrious career. You should go today.”Rebecca found herself on the doorstep of a lovely cottage, in sight of the Firth of Forth. When the door opened a smiling Mrs. Weed greeted Rebecca.“Mrs. Weed...”“Alice, dearie. We know each other well enough to be first name friends when we are together, don’t you think?”“You.