Thread: The rapist's next victim (Foxy Lady and CougarGirl)

Am I getting suspicious or is my sixth sense in overdrive? I went along to the Municipal Building and there was Pamela waiting for me in the lobby. She led me to a different room this time and sat me down to talk me through the scenario as she called it. What it came to was this she wanted to entice the rapist out and provide him with the ideal opportunity to attack me. I would, of course, be protected and not in any danger. All I needed to do was to find a reason for my husband and son to be away from home. Easier said than done. So off I went to give it some thought. Except, off I didnt go. That good old sixth sense told me to wait around the corner for Pamela to leave and then follow her. This was the way my mind was working. I only had her word that she was a police officer and she had, conveniently, told me not to contact the police myself, only through her and then only via the dedicated number. I didnt even know the profilers name. OK, shed showed me some ID, but what did a real police ID look like. I had no idea. Perhaps I could ask a police officer to show me a real one. Now that was an idea, at least it would have been if I could remember what hers looked like. Plus she seemed to know an awful lot about me, or at least she managed to give that impression. She had praised my sixth sense so that she could get out of me what I had found out and shes managed to set it up so that the windows were locked and could only be opened with a key, trapping me inside, while leaving the door available for the guy to enter. This was all stacking up. She was in league with the rapist and was setting up his chosen victim, maybe she had even helped choose me. Were that reckoning that with all that stuff on my computer, I wouldnt want to risk any personal info getting out, so I wouldnt report him. And the him who was the him, the guy, the rapist, her confederate? Well that profiler was lining up nicely. But, and this was a big but, a very big but, what woman would set up another woman like that? It wasnt unknown. Id seen enough real life crime on the TV to know that women were capable of anything if they put their minds to it. The problem was who could I trust if not Pamela? Was I really going to have to tackle this on my own without any backup. The only person was my husband. Perhaps I could take him secretly into my confidence. But how would I know our home wasnt bugged and she and the profiler were listening to everything we said. Anyway, time for that when I had followed Pamela to her lair. Except that she went straight to the police station. Which didnt mean I was wrong. She might have suspected I was following her and just walked in to ask for directions. Maybe the profiler was following me and had alerted her. If only my sixth sense would tell me what was real and what wasnt. But when I got back, I didnt need any sixth sense to know someone had been in my home. Id deliberately placed a thong on the top, carefully positioned. It was still there and more or less in the same place, but not in the way I had folded it. Hed been in and gone through my washing. What was I to do? All I could do was ring Pamela. I had to trust someone.