Over the next few months we met up like once or twice a week and every date was great, but she never wanted to go back to my place, or take me back to...hers, and I began to wonder if she was really into me at all?So, I did what any young man would and spoke to my friends about it, and they immediately came up with theories that she was a man! Or she was a spy? Or she was a spy for another country? or I needed to change my toothpaste! And maybe my deodorant, which was obviously not helping at. Lucy was ashamed of her need to touch her body like that even in the privacy of her solitary bath."Thank goodness for the Night Shift", she ruminated silently picking out her rose scented body wash to pat her leaking pussy and even run up the sparkling clean crack of her bum. She even sneaked a couple of dollops of her mum's "Shalimar" to the tips of her nipples. If tonight was anything like the first night on the job at Regency General, she wanted to be in tiptop shape for interesting. D. were gone toGretchen. Nervous about what was under his mismatched clothes,the detective continued on and tried to ignore the hookerscompletely until one of them was rather deparate for somebusiness. Det. Leary was apparently the only potential customerin the area. "Hey fella. My name is Candy", said one of the hookers walkingright into Learys path. Leary had to stop and look at her. Shewouldn't let him pass until he did. "Nice toenails honey," shemuttered. Feeling very embarrassed in. “Did my Uncle get hurt?”She shook her head in the negative, but didn’t utter the words I wanted to hear. I had a pretty good read on the strong-willed FBI agent at that point and I translated that as more neutral than a simple no.Of course, we managed to wake Eve up on the way through the living room and she insisted on making us both a cup of coffee to take on the road over to the scene of the crime.We were both silent with our own thoughts on the way uptown and in a sense I really appreciated.