On her way home, she drove to the police station and asked to see the officer she'd spoken with last week. She wasn't sure of his name, but thought it...was Edwards. She was right. The front desk clerk showed her to officer Edwards' desk and the recognition was mutual."Here, have a seat miss-- I'm sorry, I didn't get your name." Jenkins. Tamara Jenkins. I need to talk to you about something you mentioned to me last week," she whispered. "We need to talk privately." Alright miss Jenkins," the cop. It wasn't that he and Jennifer hadn't talked at all. She'd wanted reassurances that he wasn't upset or having second thoughts about him telling her to jack Will off over Labor Day. He'd given them. Repeatedly. They'd also had a brief conversation about what had happened before—the women's flashing games, the incidents over the Fourth of July. Jennifer wanted to make sure he didn't have any regrets, and Dave didn't, though he didn't know what he wanted to do in the future."Do you want to go?" he. Your little satiny robe is pretty, as well, but we both know that's an accessory that will be put aside soon...Your imagination is beginning to wander. The wine and the music are helping your inner senses surface in a warm, soothing glow. Your need to touch your skin grows stronger as your mind playfully remembers your favourite fantasy... mmmm..... was it the one in the back of the pub... or the one in the car.... or the one with the two of them? So many delightful ideas and sexy scenarios to. "Maybe some narrow belts," suggested Nick. "Let's go upstairs and see whatwe can find while Colin gets naked. And can you bring some clothes pegs?"Colin wondered what the pegs would be used for but he was too afraid toask. He went upstairs with Nick while his dad went off for the pegs."Do you have any old belts?" Nick asked as he climbed the stairs behindColin, looking at the lad's bum."I've got a couple," replied Colin. "I'll show you." He took the man intohis bedroom and took two soft belts.