” He pulled me off a ways.I thought that was a pretty slick move to keep us from talking.“You know this guy?”“No, sir.” Damned straight he w...s ‘sir’. Law enforcement in these small towns is close to godlike in authority in a situation like this. “I’m not from around here.”“Yeah. You got ID?”“In my wallet. Thigh pocket.”“You got a gun on you? ‘Nuther knife?”“I have a Swiss Army knife in my right pants pocket,” I said.“Get your wallet, sir. I need your license.”I produced it. He compared the. Unless you were in the room next to us, we could sit naked and no one would notice. Peter grabbed a couple of beers from our fridge and we both went to the balcony. His chair was next to me as we sat and drank. I grabbed his cock and stroked it gently. One of the guys on a higher floor saw us naked and toasted us with his beer in hand. It made me even hornier knowing he was watching us. I smiled back at him, opened my legs a little to show him my shaved pussy. Peter was sitting and enjoying the. We went home. And that's when we hit our first rocky patch.Although she stayed over often enough, I hadn't let her move in. In the first place, it's not my house - it's Granddad's - and in the second, I didn't want to go through another 'Ryan' like scene if we broke up. But she did stay over a lot. And we were snuggled on the couch about two weeks after the Olympics when the door literally flew open and the army arrived."Hey Peter." "Hey Vette." Jean and Joan's voices always overlapped each. The computer was as blind to these girls, as they were, nothing of any consequence turned up.Andrea began to think whom fit the typical serial killer profile, Mid 30’s compulsive, detailed oriented, highly intelligent, and a loner. She added what information they already knew based on the methods employed in the killings. They were looking for someone who was, if not a medical professional, at least familiar with the field, enough to know about the relationship of MAO inhibitors and heart.