’ ‘Thank you,’ Lizzie said. We hopped inside my new white Bugatti Veyron and drove around Manhattan. She was impressed with my car and the speed...of it. I think it turned her on, and I occasionally caught her rubbing herself. We drove passed our old high school, and a few of our hangout spots. I stopped at a red light, and turned to Lizzie who was all smiles. ‘I’m so glad that you came back and visit the city,’ I said. ‘You really made my day.’ ‘I’m happy to be back,’ Lizzie said. ‘Te amo!’ . A homicide detective who even other agencies knew about and asked his advice and assistance on many cases. After he retired, he made a lot of money from insurance companies recovering stolen property that no one else seemed to be able to recover. Valuable property, and he was paid a percentage of its worth. A detective has an edge when he instantly knows when someone isn't telling the truth. You've been one. I'm preaching to the choir."Jeff pushed his recliner back more, relaxing and trying to. . Next time you’ll do better won’t you?” He pulls out without cumming and she was gasping for air and coughing. “Please... Let me go. Please” He smiles and pets her hair “You want to go?” She nods “Soon. Soon as I fuck you.”“No!” She begs as fresh tears form. He hits her again “Yes slut! In fact not only am I going to fuck you, you’re going to beg me to fuck you. You’re going to tell me what a whore you are that needs to be fucked or I’m going to kill you Anna.” He grabs a fist full of her. What I did next changed my life forever, I reached out and slapped her hard as I could across her face. The only sound I heard next was the crack of her smart phone hitting the floor. In the next moments I was not sure which of us were more surprised her or me. “you- you little SHIT!” she screamed “i'll have you pay for this you worthless fu- her sentence was cut short with another resounding slap. And again, again, and again, the harder I hit the harder I got. When I finally stopped one eye.