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Izzy Hides the Evidence

Izzy quickly began getting rid of the bloody evidence on the floor, her white skirt was soon stained with Officer Pablos blood, and she couldn’t help but wish she had been the one with the gun. She looked down at herself, and removed her skirt, the last piece of evidence, and stood in the middle of the room in her camisole and panties thinking about what to do next.

She had completely forgotton about the man in her bed until she heard a soft moaning. She went into the room and climbed onto the bed, hovering over him. She watched him twitch, strangely, and there was a growing lump on his head. He couldn’t have been much older than her, and Izzy found him slightly attractive in an unusual, old fashioned sort of way.

“Bonito,” she said, “Bonito, wake up.” She shook him by the shoulder, she didn’t want to wake him, but she wanted some answers. Now.

His eyes fluttered open and they darted from one place to the next, and he looked shocked at the fact that Izzy was awkardly positioned on top of him.

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