The second and third surprises had come with the telephone call from the detective, Shelton, while she was still in bed. She was surprised at the effect his voice had on her body; it was almost as though he were lying in bed with her. Her abdomen and breasts both reacted as if they had been caressed. She closed her eyes and imagined him alongside her… that beautiful penis, hard and throbbing, pressed against her buttocks. She spread her legs out wide and flexed her vaginal lips, pushing her pelvis in the air. “What did you say, Mister Shelton?” she asked, shamelessly stroking her clitoris and waiting to hear his voice.

“I said I have the names of three different groups in Santa Barbara and two all-black organizations in Oakland.”

“That’s fast work for only two days,” she replied, feeling a hot dampness against her fingers.

“I was lucky,” he said. “Ah… I ok! This thing is rather involved for a written report. I think I had better just tell you about it.”

“All right. When can you come out?” And a wanton little voice within her mind cried silently out, “Come now, right now. I’ve got a present for you!”

There had been silence over the line and then Shelton’s voice came, “I have to be in court this morning and probably won’t get out until noon. It’s probable that I’ll be recalled to the witness stand in the afternoon session, so… well, are you free for a business lunch?”

Sylvia had paused, all of her upbringing scolding her not to get socially involved with an employee. Then she remembered what she had done to him, what he had done to her, what she was doing to herself right now as she listened to his voice… and what they were going to have to do together before this whole thing was over. It struck her as a joke… on herself… and she began laughing. There was genuine warmth and sincerity in her voice when she had answered, “I’d love to have lunch with you, Mister Shelton. Where?”