She had been looking at self-help books at the local bookstore when she noticed him. They had dated a few years back. Before 'Bloated Barbie' made her...appearance. She liked his body. They had fun before. He was looking good. She needed his help.They talked and after the shock of seeing her in her current state settled in he turned very charming and friendly. They met a couple times and talk quickly turned to her desires. She told him what she wanted, 'Just a little.' “I don't need a. It was too much, but at the same time it was too good to stop – she never wanted him to stop.This was her punishment, she was sure of it. He was trying to pleasure her until she gave out. And as much as they’d both been joking about the punishment, she couldn’t be completely sure she’d survive it. Her heart raced so quickly she felt dizzy, and she was already wrung out like a wet rag.She circled her bud once more at his urging, turned on as much by the sound of his frantic, deep voice as by his. From there, we could go with the hair samples from the car, and a DNA-based positive identification from the semen."Who would you use for the girl?... Mandy Ipock?"Mandy Ipock was famous around the courthouse. She was a clerk in the Sheriff's office, a young woman of truly spectacular endowment. At the mention of her name, Sam's mind wandered briefly to a pleasant vision of her most prominent qualifications for the job at hand."No, Lester, Mandy wouldn't do," Sam said, gratified that the. She was not quite six feet tall with a perfect hourglass figure that she barely concealed in a pair of daisy duke jean shorts and a tube top that showed off her navel piercing. She wore cute ankle-boot heels that magically transformed her legs. She and Mitch knew to walk past the front of the line ostensibly on their way to the end of it and the bouncer would always invite her in, Mitch in tow. Mitch loved Roxanne, and loved dancing with her, but always felt like he had to be constantly on.