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all about.”
    His eyes narrowed. “You were not curious?”
    I leaned back and straightened my shoulders. “I was fucking someone.”
    He cleared his throat and leaned back. He tapped a pencil on his desk and eyed it and then he looked at me. His eyes were a deep green, like a field in summertime. It matched him, his skin was pale and his hair a light brown, almost auburn. He was probably Irish, but I am only guessing, of course. I love to guess about people just by paying attention to the way they look, how they act…all of it. It’s part of what I do, as in, my profession.
    His facial expression changed and he became a bit mischievous, “Must have been really good.”
    I looked at him as he switched moods on me.
    I smiled. He continued, not waiting for me to confirm or deny it.
    “Well, what about the man you were with. Did he look outside or see anything?”
    “No, he was busy eating me out.”
    He adjusted on his chair, as my words disturbed him, but in a good way.
    “Tell me, are you, by any chance…” he waved a hand. “I mean, for hire?” he asked me and I laughed.
    “A prostitute? No, I am not.”
    “I am sorry I just…well, about your male friend, could you give us an address for him, so we can ask him some questions? You never know, maybe he saw or maybe remembers something that could help us.”
    “I don’t know him.” I said as I took a drink and he stood up and walked to his window, he stopped and then turned back to me as he sat on the edge of it.
    “I don’t follow you, you said it was someone you knew.”
    I looked up at him and my expression remained the same. “I had never met him before last night, I don’t know his name and he does not know mine. We met up, we had sex and I woke up alone. All of the commotion outside only did one thing for me…make me come harder.”
    I was half-shocked at my own admission, but I cannot lie and say that it was not liberating. I had fucked a complete stranger, after almost being killed on the train tracks. He had also bitten me, strangely enough, I enjoyed it. It seemed that I was accomplishing exactly what I set out to do…evolve into a new me, a freer me, someone who could let go. I also knew that being honest, I mean, as honest as I could be without implicating myself, would be the best-laid plan here.
    “Did you see his face, could you tell a sketch artists what he looked like?”
    I laughed and took another sip of my coffee.
    “No, he had a mask on, just like I did.”
    “You don’t have a mask on now.” He said to me and he was more right than he could ever imagine being. It wasn’t until then that I knew the man I had been with had taken my mask off of me as I slept and that I sat here in front of this detective with no real mask on either. An open book, as open as I could be without implicating myself in a crime. I never felt so free.
    I fingered at my cup. “I guess he took it off me when I fell asleep.”
    “Mmm, do you think you could be in danger?” he asked me and I smiled at him.
    “I doubt it, I really do. Not to be rude, but am I under arrest here?”
    He crossed his arms on his chest. “No, you are not.”
    “Good.” I said as I stood up and let the blanket fall onto the chair behind me. He looked me over before I turned to him in my fetish gear.
    I set my coffee down on his desk. “Okay then.”
    He watched me very closely and his tone was even, but not angry, “I won’t say that having a lawyer is a bad thing.”
    I turned and smiled at him, “I am a lawyer.”  I walked out of his office, sore, but never feeling as good in my entire life.
    “Damn,” he muttered as he watched me walk away and down the hallway, out of his view.
    I waved a cab down as I stood there in my fetish get-up. I watched it stop and the driver looked me over. His expression one of satisfaction.
    “Well, hello.” he said and I rolled my eyes and got in. I slid over and leaned back on the seat, happy to be heading home, but holding onto