He came out in his bathing suit. He looked hot, his muscles were hard and he had a nice six pack stomach. My nipples grew hard again and I could feel ... familiar tingle between my legs. I pulled myself up and out of the pool. I hadn’t noticed that the top of my suit was no longer covering my tits. He looked at me and smiled. I looked down and I could feel my face turn bright red. He said that’s alright its not like I haven’t seen them before. I couldn’t figure out what he meant. I jumped back in. . . until Laura.Her box was unremarkable, just the next dusty cardboard box on the shelf. I looked up the case. Murder, 1974. Victim, Laura Buono, 32. Francis Buono, her husband, convicted and sentenced to twenty-five to life. Francis died in prison in 1993, heart attack. Done and done. I opened the box to sort and toss the contents.And there she was.On the top of the pile of documents was a Polaroid photo of a naked woman. I picked it up slowly and stared at it as if compelled to do so. She. Jake came in on cue with the rhythm guitar and the crowd cheered again as they recognised a signature opening number for AC/DC, 'Livewire'.Robbie let them have a few more bars of this and then he 'doubled' on the rhythm chords, deepening the sound, making it richer and more solid. Just as Robbie struck off into a little bit of lead a spotlight picked him out and he hammed it up by raising one arm, fist clenched, as he continued the lead one-handed.The crowd responded wildly and Robbie stepped. Liz nodded. “You aren’t going to stop him are you?” Liam said nothing. “Please let him fuck me.” Liam nodded as he withdrew his fingers. He knew that he still the power to say no but he also knew that to do so would be to deny her. Something inside him wanted her to be happy. He wanted Denzil to give her a fucking that she would remember forever and yet at the same time he was filled with jealousy. “You will let him won’t you?” Liam could only nod. He couldn’t bring himself to actually.