Even though I was only across the street, it was difficult to get more than just a glimpse of the young woman. The darkness making her no more than a shadow.

All I could tell was her skirt was short, her heels were high, and that her body was very nice.

I shook my head wondering what kind of Lady Killer this guy could be if he was having to bring in call girls.

Just for chuckles I hung around for a while longer.

I suppose there was a part of me that wanted to see that the girl came right back out.

Wanting to see that this asshole Donner was only a six second wonder.

To show me he only had the lasting power of a flea.

Only the girl didn't come out again for a long time.

A very long time.

Time was creeping by slowly. I couldn't believe it when I saw the girl come out again. Forcing me to double check my watch.

She had been in there for nearly two hours!

And they didn't seem to have only been passing the time away with idle conversation.

Not with the way the girl was having problems walking.

First, as she reappeared, she was no longer perched on her heels. Carrying her shoes in her hand as she made her way over to the waiting car.

She also moved as if it were difficult for her to do stay on her feet.

Could Donner have fucked her so hard she couldn't even walk straight?

I tried to push the thought from my mind as I made my own way home. No matter what I did, I couldn't help but wonder what had gone on.

If the asshole could really be that good!

Luckily all those thoughts were gone, melted away by the next morning. I had other things to put my mind to. Such as following Donner around.

As with most detective work, it was boring.

Nothing like what the T.V. cop shows make it look like.