It was bizarre.I could see Toni was getting angry, but I told her they weren't worth it,which they so weren't. I showed her the pictures of Hugo again...- I gotthis really good one of him opening his eyes - God, it makes me broody.Not Toni though, of course. She did her best to pretend she wasinterested, but you know what she's like, babies are so not her thing. Andthe boys were still laughing at her as well, stupid stuff like asking ifher dick was getting hard sitting next to me, or she did me. He decided it would be unwise to follow her inside.It rained heavily all day Thursday, and Phelps confined himself to a single after-work drive-by. He saw nothing.Friday night, he observed her being picked up at 7:30 by the same young man who'd accompanied her to the beach the previous week-end. They drove away, dressed for an evening out. Phelps made no attempt to follow.But he didn't go back to his hotel. Her street was quiet and dark, and the house's rear yard was unlit and accessible.. Master loves to ride on the back and hold on tight to our tits. Sometime it is hard to even drive when he is pawing us. It is especially embarrassing when there is someone who can see us. He usually only does this when we are outside of the town limits. He likes one of us to ride it whenever the weather permits. We have to wear either our bikinis with our go-go boots and helmet or a mini-skirt and tight blouse in place of the bikini. We are not allowed to sit on our dress so you can imagine the. The picture was of a beautiful redheaded girl who couldn't have been more than twenty years old. She was actually eighteen and she was dead. She wasn't one of his, instead belonging to another of his chosen. She was a victim of a past killer and beyond him in physical form. But her death, her purpose of death was his to study and to alter as he saw fit through his imagination.He imagined his wife tied and tortured as this girl had been. Pictured her raped over and over by a man old enough to be.