“Frank, thanks a million. Not sure where this is going to go, but I guess we’ll soon know; that’s a very solid bet.”The private detective nodd...d, tendered her his goodbye, and was on to his next assignment.My woman is so tall, and I am so damn short. And, those two facts make for wonderful sex! Oh, fucking yeah!“Honey it’s going to take me a little time to get to the bottom of things if we keep concentrating our efforts and attentions up here at the top of things,” I said.“Whining are we?” she. From there, he searched for pictures. Once he found it, he tapped on it. The picture bar showed the number of pictures he had. He tapped on the number. Instantly the first picture he took came up.The first picture he took was of his two friends Donovan and Cameron. Donovan and Cameron were both his classmates and originally native Bristolians (meaning that they were supposed to be white English, but also possibly mixed Welsh).Donovan had very pale complexion, grey blue eyes, platinum blond. They were finally getting to go. It was all they talked about now. It was all they thought about. They placed a lot more faith in their fucked up son than I did. I imagine there was a lot of wishful thinking involved.They had apparently come to the conclusion that we were old enough and mature enough to be left alone for two weeks now that Jeff had mellowed and could be trusted. I found it hard to believe that they couldn't see his unnatural behavior for the act that I knew it was. But I didn't. I was dressed in leather boots, short skirt (no panties) and skimpy revealing spaghetti strap top (no bra). I had a guy (customer) approach me and ask me what I needed. He gladly paid the money and we both went in. I followed him around to the hallway where the viewing booths were, and it got very dark, so dark I got nervous because I could see absolutely nothing. I heard him say "here",and felt his hand tough my arm, and he led me to one of the booths, opening it so we could see it was empty..