But theFBI badge had no date of birth. I wrapped the ID up again.The next was Martha Franklin, also eighteen years old. I flippedthrough the same iden...ification papers including MasterCard andfrowned when I came to a private investigators licence instead of anFBI badge. Mattie Franklin, Alias Investigations, with an address onNinth Avenue? I couldn't imagine being a gumshoe convincingly. Eveneighteen is a stretch. I shook my head. Not for a while. I put it awayI wondered how extensive the. The gruff comment comes next, "Turn around." On your knees you spin around on the tile floor. You try to look up, but the hot water is splashing on His chest now, tumbling down and dousing you. You can't see anything above for all the water and steam, but there... right there in front of your nose... His Cock.His thick shaft... stretching that lycra suit farther than the law should allow. It is right there in front of your nose. You are mesmerized by that hard shaft in front of you with what. Inside were his books. His dealings with every drug dealer working for him, supplying him. All the money made from his girls tallied by date. There were pictures of other girls in the book. Names, numbers, dates. Contacts for various things. I held it up and showed everyone. ‘This here, this is what you were worth to him.’ I said and dropped the book on the table. Gina picked it up and opened it to her page. ‘I made him over a hundred thousand dollars!’ She said as she looked up, her eyes wide. " I didn't think anything about it to get a wrong idea. I was happy that you did though. It isn't much fun to play alone, so I wouldn't have played if you hadn't agreed to come play too." Most guys think I'm too tall. How come you haven't said anything about how tall I am?" If you were taller than me, I might have, but you aren't." I might be soon, I'm still growing. My Dad is six foot six inches, and my mother is six one. Both my brothers are almost as tall as Daddy." Maybe you will be taller,.