Chapter Forty-One:
Nick was feeling smug. He sat in his office chair with the black panties and bra set which Liz had tossed at him, laid out across his desk pad. He held the crotch of the panties between thumb and fingers, kneading the essence of the woman from the silk. He lifted his hand and breathed deeply again. She was still there. He checked her bra. It was well constructed, weighty, and, rotating it in his hands, he found the tag. The fact Liz was a healthy C+ brought a smile to his face.
Things had gone pretty well for him since Cloey landed herself in the hospital. Jessie was still putting out and f*****g the girl’s mother had been a pleasant and unexpected surprise. Especially when the mother was a well preserved, middle-aged woman. He figured Liz had at least a dozen years on
