I decided to get a scotch. It left me time to talk to Bev about Brandon.“Have you heard anything about the rape kits?” I asked.She got a sad look....��I received a call today. It looks like all the rapes are related to three individuals. Now that there’s a link, they’re going to reopen the cases and look at them with fresh eyes. They’ll run the DNA found through the database and hope for a match. The problem is that none of the men they suspect has ever had their DNA tested.”“So, why don’t they. Working by yourself, it’s hard to get a cigarette break, but I always somehow managed. I was outback when I heard a loud bang and pop at the same time. They say flight or fight; I froze. I just stood there; couldn’t move. I didn’t exactly know that it was a gun that had gone off, but it definitely was not fireworks inside of a coffee shop. I took my phone out to call the police, but I was way too late.Bang again! I didn’t feel it at first, I only heard it. I tried to continue my efforts. The decision to go without underwear had been a risky one. The dress with its spaghetti straps had held her breasts well while showing off ample cleavage. The dress was short so she would have to be careful with her legs.Parking her car outside the bar, she had looked it over. Fuck, was it a dive bar! Shabby would have been a step up. Tiring of the lawyers and businessmen she usually met pub-crawling, she had been in the mood for a "real" man. The bar had not looked crowded with only four. Then she brought a sexy red crotch less cat suit and led me to a changing booth in the back of the store, leaving a younger sales clerk at the counter.When we were behind the closed door Odette begged me to strip and after I was naked, she proceeded to measure me very thoroughly with a tape.She smiled with every touch of our bodies. She took every opportunity to feel my boobs and nipples as she helped me try on the red cat suit.Of course all her manipulations of my tits had my pussy dripping.