Pussyfooted ... more carefully around her, had she dared speak of it. She was sure that the police were still investigating and she wondered who, amon...st her customers, had already been interviewed.Her cell phone sounded ... it was Karine. Ever since the police had come, they had the habit of calling each other every afternoon, after Karine had come home from work and before Mélanie started her shift, to see if there were any developments.“Hey, Karine, how’s your love life?”“No news yet, not. The nature of what we do is to try and kill the most enemy with zero casualties. It is a laudable goal unless, of course, you're on the other side. Then it becomes monstrous. The underlying problem with transmittable death, like anthrax for example, is the nature of the living organism itself. When an infection begins it spreads rapidly at first because the organism goes about its normal routine. When bodies start to collect, organisms isolate themselves. If the isolated organisms are 'clean'. " Dave's interest is piqued. What could she be planning? The next couple of days are a blur. Mixed feelings are the norm. Sorrow for leaving the friends and routines of this place. Nervousness for the job to come. Anxious excitement for what Sarah has planned. Friday afternoon finally arrives and as Dave made his way to the mother's room, he saw that the door was closed (occupied). So, Sarah was already there and getting prepared. Dave's excitement grew; what is she doing in there? As he slid. “Would you show me your dick if I asked?” he said.Finally this was my chance. “Only if I can see yours”, I replied.Slowly he pulled his shorts down until his cock sprang out. It was small, rock hard, hairless, about 3 inches in length with a foreskin that completely covered the head, and as brown and beautiful as I had imagined. He stepped out of his shorts and as he did I first glimpsed his ass. Little, tight and perfectly formed. I reached over to touch it.“No you promised I could see yours”,.