"Read that!!" she snarled.It was a report from a detective agency and it covered my last two meetings with Vangie."What have you got to say to that?"I...looked at her for a couple of seconds as she stared back at me and then I stood up and said:"Don't go away. I'll be right back."I went to the bedroom that I had made into a home office/den and opened the safe I'd never told Sarah about. It was hidden behind a removable panel inside the closet. I removed two envelopes and went back into the. She was no longer a skinny bean-pole, but a well-rounded, shapely young girl. She reached on the bed and grabbed her short pants, then paused…Normally, Tiffany would quickly change into a pair of loose shorts and large tee-shirt once she came home, but today was different. She wanted to explore her body again. She knew she had nearly an hour before her brother Theo came home, and two hours before her mother and father would arrive. She glanced at the clock, noting the amount of time she had to. I knew I had taken a major step by leaving my mobile phone with Him, and that it was a complete leap in the dark. At this stage I was more scared than excited, already questioning my judgement, almost wishing I’d not been so stupid as to open my life up to a complete stranger, giving Him the power to control and ultimately destroy me. But it was too late for second thoughts, and as I took His coffee upstairs and walked towards the table I could seem Him looking at my phone and then writing. ... well, you know," I said with a smile of my own. "Yeah I know, your dick does most of the thinking, and I'll bet I know what it's thinking. I guess I should have looked at you a little closer, nice package," she says looking at my crotch and the bulge that again gave away my intentions. "Well the little head does the thinking, sometimes too much," I shot back, trying to keep myself calm and collected, which wasn't easy with the hungry look in her eye. "Listen, maybe I can make it up to you.