Maybe I showered well enough. Oh well. I’m a fan of the sciences, and a big part of scientific discoveries is noticing patterns and the irregulariti...s in them. Twice now I’ve gotten my way in a situation that I shouldn’t have. And twice that glazed over look came over their eyes. Maybe something was irregular here. To test it, I walked up to a customer. I shoved him, hard. “OW, what the hell, kid?!” He protested. “You liked it. You want me to push you again.” I said calmly. “Push me again,. She sent another pic with her gown pulled to the side and her left breast exposed. She was lying in bed and waiting for her husband to come in.“How will I know?” “You’ll just have to trust me,” she responded.“Let me listen,” I said.“Record it?” she asked.“No. Call me. Hide your phone.”“You’re naughty,” she responded. “What will you say so I know you’re thinking of me?”“I’ll talk dirty,” she said. “He hates dirty talk.”She was nervous about calling, but I knew she was eager to do something. This was a family annihilation, so the odds say we look at the family members. The ones who are still living first, then spread out to friends and strangers.”I rang up my geek. ‘Hello there, it’s Ed Rogers how is my credit?” I asked.“Not worth a damn, but what do you want,” he asked.I gave him the out line of the crime and the names. “Find me the surviving family, and the names of any friends mentioned by the local press. I would really like to have the name of the motel where the press stayed. My clit is aching. I palm my hand against my pussy and insert one finger letting out a soft moan. So good, but this has to be just a teaser. I want to save up for my re-payment later. One flick of my clit and finally, the stoplight turns green. Trying to concentrate on anything other than the feel of him, the saltiness of his skin, the taste of him, the look of ‘want’ in his eyes when he came, the minty sweetness of his breath when we kissed. The look of sweet exhaustion when I left him.