Outdoor Public Sex And Oral Encounters In The Woods

“Not at all, Mr. “Ah,” Amber said. Call the number I gave you at our first meeting if you run into any legal trouble. “Seriously?”

“Yes,” Amber said. Despite the blood on the clothes and papers, she packed them, preferring not to leave them behind. He was in his mid-to-late thirties with a receding hairline and the beginnings of a paunch from enjoying beer a little too much. “I paid to keep it.” He provided the address. The officer gave her a nod and stepped aside, gesturing at the tray holding her keys, phone, glasses, expensive-looking pen, and roughly two dollars in change. The prison door swung shut behind him. He was wearing cargo pants and a button-down short-sleeve shirt, making it look more like he was on a beach vacation than serving a sentence in prison. “It’s all been erased.” He looked back down at the body again in concern. The well-fed have little to complain about.”

Estes nodded and looked back down at the body. Security rarely did a check on visitors leaving the building, and Jarden’s was a joke by comparison.