One of his pretty victims, he might claim, m*********d compulsively in public. Oh, he had seen her, he growled—shivering on a park bench somewhere with her rapidly vibrating hand shoved right down under the waistband of her damp jeans, red-faced and guilty and yet unable to stop herself even as a crowd began to gather and gawk and point. How wickedly aroused did a girl have to be to do that? he wondered. Why, did she have no shame? Well, if that was what a shameless nymphomaniac was, Garrett grinned in a dirty sort of triumph, then he had found just the right girl for what he intended.
Or perhaps he told another doll that he knew she took out personal ads on an online bulletin board begging for anonymous gangbangs. Naturally the supposedly upstanding thing used an alias, he chuckled dirti
