?Take a bath and get ready. We’re going out.? I groan involuntarily and your eyes harden. ?Go. You have thirty minutes.? You give me a swat on ...he ass to get me moving. I pull my hair up into a twist, remove my shoes and stockings, and sink into the luxurious bubble bath. The warm water feels like silk enveloping my flesh. Every inch of me is so sensitive that it’s almost as if the small bubbles could coax me to a climax. ?I’m going to have to be very careful while washing,? I. Schmal, scharfkantig, naja, nicht allzu attraktiv. Und dann mein Körper. Meine Brust bestand aus zwei Knospen, die gut einen Zentimeter hart vorstanden wenn mit kalt war. Das war‘s. Flach wie ein Brett. Apropos Brett. Das war mein Bauch auch, flach und fein gezeichnet von einem Waschbrett. Schule und Sport, das waren meine Hobbys, ja das war mein Leben. Noch tiefer sah ich die paar blonden Härchen auf meinem Venushügel, der übrigens um einiges weiter raus steht, als meine Brust. Und ganz unten. .. ?” asked Shelia.“We’ve determined that none of our vics or their families have any ties now. But what about the past. I got to thinking last night that maybe their pasts are somehow connected.”“On it,” replied Shelia.Both Nikki and Shelia sat down and began typing at their computers as Linda and Brad headed for their squad cars.An hour later Nikki looked over to Shelia.“Find anything?”“Not much, turns out two of the fathers did know each other back in the day, but no real connection to any. She asked Pete about it."San Diego? It's really a screwball company. It's owned by a woman in her sixties or seventies. She's a real character. She appears at the big computer shows, but no one I've ever met knows her. Her name is Jennie Carlson. At any rate, she makes all the decisions at San Diego. Darling, all I can say is, good luck! I don't have the foggiest idea how we could sell them. But I do agree it's probably our only shot."Jan swallowed hard and looked in the manufacturers.