We've got some strange rules about it anyway." She paused for a moment. "Your hair," she said finally. "You never, like, shave?" It sounded a little r...proachful but curious. I shook my head. "I don't like the itch, and when I shave I feel kinda... nude, and 'cold' down there. I think with a bush it looks much more feminine." She thought for a while, then answered, "We've got strange rules about that too. I don't know if it's tradition or religion, or whatever, but we're always told that women. As we walked there was an old garage at the end of the street, that was sheltered from the rest of the road.As I said "this will do", we entered the garage, there was a dirty old chair and table in there, she said "I think I'll go for the 5 cigarettes, I replied "Ok". Then I moved her over to the back of the garage and said "You know that means a feel also", she said "Yes". As she stood with her back to the wall I pushed her hair to one side and slowly kissed her neck, moving round to her. He had dried tears on his face.”Tiff jumped up “What!”“He’s OK, but he’ll be out until morning.”“What’s wrong?”Amy hugged her. “I don’t know, babe. We’ll have to wait and see.”“Why were you drinking?”“I don’t want to talk about it.”“Danny, we can’t help you if you won’t tell us what’s wrong.”“I’m not going to talk about it. May I be excused?”“No. What’s going on?”He stood, removed his belt and held it out to them. “Here, take it.”“No,” his mother said.Danny folded his arms, a blank expression. That will have to wait, Jones thought as he and Kaldwell crossed the police line to where Barry was waiting, and has started taking pictures of the body. He gets a little closer and sees a shadow of something under the victim’s neck. He pauses and sighs to himself, ‘Hmm.’ ‘What is it?’ Jones asked, knowing that something had peaked Barry’s curiosity. ‘I don’t know,’ said Barry, ‘Do me a favor and tilt his head the other way.’ Jones leaned over and tilted the victim’s head back and to the left,.