’ ‘I’ll be right over.’ When Ed arrived at Sandy’s she welcomed him into her house. They sat on the sofa and just looked at each other, not ...nowing what to say. Eventually, Ed reached out and took Sandy’s hand. He asked Sandy if she’d show him some of the family picture albums from when Mandy was a child. He couldn’t believe when he saw the pictures, as the little girls he had been seeing, lately, were Mandy, at different ages. He shared this with Sandy. Sandy admitted she hadn’t seen little. ” Tegan whispered reassuringly as she ran her fingers back down his shaft.“Ok.” He answered, entranced as he played with her nipple. Tegan collected some saliva in her mouth and drooled into her palm, smearing her improvised lube all over before continuing, and ice cream guy gave a groan of appreciation as she stroked him with vigor. She was enjoying so much the power she had over him in this moment that she needed to remind herself of the transactional nature of their interaction – she was. By promising to try not to be the vigilante he had also set up something of an internal conflict within himself. His subconscious mind wanted to feel the thrill of being out there while his conscious thoughts dwelled on the fact that what he had done was morally wrong and certainly criminal in the eyes of society. Rationally, he knew that if he was caught he would probably spend the vast majority of his life behind bars - ten murders would add up to a lot of years. But still the urge to go out. I saw a tear well up in her eye and run down her cheek. I caught it on my finger and tasted it. It was salty. ‘Dianne, please don’t cry. I hate it when you cry. I forbid it. No more crying. Understand?’ ‘I am crying because you make me happy. I can’t help it. OK? Just talk to me. Tell me what you like to do for fun. Hunting, fishing, dancing, movies or what?’ ‘Mostly I have just worked. I enjoy that a lot sometimes. But I have always wanted someone to share things with. Someone who would enjoy.