Hopefully with the advances that are being made, sometime in thefuture DNA profiling might become routine." Sarah slid the filesacross the desk."We'll...just rely on good old fashioned police work then." Sandra gavea meek smile."We would really like the results of the skin as soon as possiblethough. We have a possible suspect who has scratches on the back ofhis hands but we can't place him at the crime scene." Sandra sippedtea."The semen in and on Charlotte's body is too co-mingled to be of. Then, in defense of his actions, he quickly added, ‘Believe me, if Carl wasn’t in the same office right now, I’d … I’d …!’ ‘You’d what?’ she excitedly pressed, wanting to hear him say it. ‘Well, you know. Don’t play coy with me. I’m a doctor, remember? I do research on sex, I know what I would do …’ ‘You’d fuck me right here?’ the intensively fired Ann lewdly finished for him in an intimate whisper, the four letter word never sounding more exciting to her, or to him, as it obscenely. Dad was left at the door looking rather amused at Jessica's expression.He whispered to Jessica, "She's on a warpath. My suggestion is to stay away from the kitchen." But I can cook just fine," she retorted."I'm well aware of that. So is my wife." he said. "Jessica, like it or not, she is a little threatened by you." What for?" Stealing her little boy away from her," he said with a grin. Then went on, "It doesn't make any difference that he's not 'little' anymore. It's what most mothers go. I felt sick. Something was not right. Soon Jen unlocked my door and we walked back to my bedroom. A lamp lighted the way down the hall from the living room. I kicked off my pumps and watched her do the same. She looked at me and smiled with a crooked grin. I tried to do the same and my eyes begin to swell with tears. "Oh babe!" She grabbed me, and hugged me tight. I wrapped my arms around her and just cried. I don't know why I even cried. She didn't let go and just held me. She loosened her.