Chapter 1: Now, now ... Here's looking at you kid.

I was lying on my back in bed with her kneeling over me. We were both naked, and she was gliding along my erection with her really wet vagina.

I smiled at her appreciatively, taking in the soft auburn-red hair, storm colored eyes, and voluptuous body completely uncovered by the normal work suit I was use to seeing her in. She was even more beautiful now than the first time we made love, if that was possible, though now her beauty had an edge to it, like a little girl full of mischief.

She grinned down at me, "I see little Sammy likes what I'm doing to him."

I grinned back, "Little Sammy loves what you're doing to him but he's dying to get inside."

"Let's not disappoint him then." She laughed as she slowly used one hand to line me up with the entrance to her pussy. She settled down onto me at the same time I thrust my hips upward and slid in all the way to the base and it was like heaven on earth. Between the feel of being deep inside her warm moist pussy and feeling her unbelievably soft flesh with my hands it was paradise.

Still smiling she rode me, cowgirl style. Yippie-tai-yai-yea!

I reached up with one hand and caressed first, one of her gorgeous breasts, then the other, while with my other hand I teased her clit, and every minute or so she would throw her head back and squeeze her eyes shut and I could easily feel the rippling of her contractions on little Sammy. Finally, reaching around and holding one of greatest ass' in the entire world, she pressed down hard keeping me as deep inside as possible and we both came leaving us an exhausted heap on the middle of her bed.

Dana rolled off me and we cuddled until we regained our senses. I leaned over propping myself up on one elbow and then I kissed her deeply. After pulling back I looked into her eyes and said, "That was absolutely fabulous. Thank you."

She smiled. "You say that to everybody."

"Not to guys."

She laughed, "I'll bet you say it to all the girls though."

"I do," I answered honestly while returning her laugh. "But that doesn't make my words any less truthful."

"I know," she whispered. "That's why we all love you like we do."

I smiled and tweaked one of her nipples and then I ran my hand down along lush body to her slit. As my fingers gently caressed her delicate womanhood I asked, "So, how's work going? Is good old John treating you and Candy any better?"

"That's cute. Get me to talk about work while you're fiddling around with my pussy."

"Hey, there's no law that says I can't enjoy myself while we're discussing routine subjects. And I'm not fiddling around. I'm gonna do my research and come back with something real serious, and it's gonna be hot, real hot." I responded while slipping a finger inside her.

She laughed, and twisted a little as she spread her legs slightly giving my probing finger easier access. "John's the same old ... prick, but he did give ... me and Candy some credit with the Eddy ... ah ... the Eddy Brown conviction. Oh yeah, the LAPD has asked us to ... to ... Oh shit!"

I had found her G spot and she placed both her hands on top of the hand I had inside her crotch, and started coming. She squirmed around a lot at first, but then quieted down. My hand was trapped under both of hers, and I stopped moving my finger inside her. I felt her pussy contracting around the finger then when it stopped I withdrew my finger slowly.

Her face was still flushed when she said, "That's not fair. Here I am trying to have an intelligent conversation with you and all you can think about is pussy."

"I told you it's research and even if it wasn't just look down between your legs. Is that about the prettiest thing you've ever seen or what? How can I help myself?" I leaned over and planted a big wet kiss right between her legs over her auburn-red pubic hair covered mound.

Dana laughed and brushed her hand through my hair. "Now if you're really interested in how my day went I suggest you get up here and pay attention to me and not to that!"

"Yes, Mistress, but I have one last question." I said as I scooted up until I was lying next to her.

"Yes?" She asked fainting annoyance.

"Can I at least play with these while you tell me?" I asked innocently while pointing at her breasts.

"If you must," she answered shaking her head. "But you'd better pay attention; there's going to be a quiz later."

I ran my hand over her nipple, she sighed deeply, and I squeezed her breast firmly. She drew in her breath and then said, "Like I was trying to tell you before, the LAPD has asked for our help tracking down some serial killer. They only reason the FBI is even able to get involved at all is that after brutally and sexually assaulting women this killer left the dead bodies of two Los Angles prostitutes across state lines, one in Nevada and the other in Arizona. They, just like his other victims were found abandoned naked in some kind of grim display, as if to taunt authorities and then with him dumping them outside California it almost seems as if he wanted to make sure the FBI got involved. John reluctantly gave the case to us. We had a briefing with the locals early this morning."

I backed away from her breasts and got serious. The idea of Dana running around looking for some sex craze serial killer of women didn't exactly appeal to me. "I'm not sure I like the idea of you getting mixed up with a serial killer."

Dana looked over at me and laughed, "It's my job honey, besides the FBI will only be lending support, all the leg work and muscle will be handled by the LAPD. The locals don't normally even like us interfering with their cases, but they're smart enough to realize they'll probably need our resources on this one before a lot more dead prostitutes pop up."

"Still..." I started to argue some more but she cut me off.

"It's my job baby. But I promise Candy and I will be careful so you won't lose this." She smiled as she took my hand and placed it over her pussy.

I squeezed. "It's not just this ... Ah, you know what I mean. At any rate, you two damn well better be careful." I threatened.

"Anyway," Dana continued. "After the briefing and reviewing what evidence the LAPD already had Candy and I gave our assessment to the six man team the LAPD have assigned to the case. Based on dumping local bodies in three different states we told them that this guy's psychological profile doesn't fit the normal stereotype. He's an organized offender, highly intelligent, yet he's shown instances of psychotic, uncontrolled behavior. He's violent. But he's also demonstrated characteristics of a fixated killer..."

"So, where do you even begin to look for a guy like that?" I interrupted.

"That's the sixty-four thousand dollar question," Dana supplied. "He's smart enough to know the police are after him. He's smart enough not to get caught, so far. What he's not smart enough to do is control his impulses. He'll cruise for another victim."

"How many so far?" I asked.

"Four that the LAPD is aware of, all well known prostitutes, two found around here and like I said, the other two out of state, but all four victims were from the LA area and all four worked the streets in the same part of town. The locals are already staking out that area as best they can."

"So, when did all this start?" I asked.

"As best as the coroner can fix it, about four months ago. If he's right then this guy gets the urge to kill about once a month and based on the forensics of the latest victim's body he's due to kill again in about three weeks." Dana paused momentarily while running her thumb along her index finger as if in deep thought and then she continued, "You know, the number one characteristic, other than the torture and killing itself of a fixated serial killer is an attachment to their collection of trophies. They will never destroy anything that can bring back the memories of their kill. Their collection is the most important thing they own. In the case of this guy his trophies are the ring finger of his victims, which he hacks off, a number of pubic hairs, which he yanks out, unless the victim is shaved in which case he settles for head hair, and lastly pictures. The LAPD found one Polaroid peel away emulsion negative lying near the body of the second victim."

"So this guy likes to take pictures of the dead bodies huh?"

Dana nodded, "And even before death is my guess. My feeling is, he has to have an extensive collection stashed away somewhere. He's been doing this for at least four months and to at least four victims. We find out where his collection is, we'll find the killer."

Then all of a sudden Dana got an intense look on her face, she sat up swiftly and said, "Hey, assuming you really are from 2006 do you remember anything about a serial killer in 1979?"

When she sat up so quickly I became so mesmerized by her jiggling breasts it took me a moment before I could even answer her, "If you expect me to answer a serious question like that don't do that with your tits. It's very distracting."

"I didn't do anything but sit up." She responded.

"I know," I answered flatly.

"God!" She laughed covering her breasts with one arm. "So do you remember anything or not?"

I thought back, "Hmmm ... Yeah I do!" I said excitedly, "I remember right around this time there were two guys named Kenneth Bianchi and his cousin Angelo something or another who were dubbed by the media as the Hillside Stranglers..."

"No." Dana cut me off. "They were arrested either late last year or early this year. Anyone else?"

I thought about it some more but other than the Hillside Strangler case I couldn't remember anybody else. "No nothing." I shook my head. "I guess the Hillside Strangler thing was so big it over shadowed everything else at the time. Sorry."

"That's too bad," she said dejectedly. "It would have been nice to at least have a name."

"Well, at least you're starting to believe in my traveling back in time thing."

"And just what kind of a woman would I be if I didn't believe the man I was letting make love to me?" Dana asked with a smirk.

"The kind that would let me look at her tits?" I answered with a sweet smile.

"There's just no hope for you is there?" She asked rhetorically, although she did drop her arm and expose her breasts to my hungry eyes once again.

She leaned over and gave me a quick peck on the lips and then she jumped out of bed saying, "Come on, get up lover boy, the natives are probably getting restless by now."

"You think?" I asked innocently.

She looked down at me shaking her head while smiling, "God! Sometimes you can be so dense. You actually believe there isn't any jealousy between us don't you? Well, maybe there isn't, not in the traditional sense anyway, but believe you me if you spend too much time doting on any one of us the rest get jealous. Now get up and let's go see what the rest of your tribe is up too."

After getting dressed Dana and I walked into the living room and discovered Vicky and Maria sitting on the couch watching television.

They both looked up and Vicky said with a smirk on her face, "Well, if you two don't look totally satisfied."

Maria just looked on.

"You bet," Dana answered Vicky's little quip with a smile. "It was even better than the last time. I could easily become addicted."

"Do not be upset Vicky," Maria said softly. "Dana has not had as much time with Mr. Sam as the rest of us."

Vicky laughed and then she leaned over and kissed Maria on the cheek. "I'm not upset you silly goose. I was just kidding around with them."

"Oh." Maria said and then she too smiled.

I walked over to the couch, leaned over and first kissed Vicky and then Maria. "Where are the others?" I asked.

"One of the others is right here."

I heard Candy's voice and turned just in time to see her walking in from the hall, "And even though you refuse to strip me naked and pop my cherry I still expect a kiss." She continued talking while stepping over to me then her arms surrounded my neck and she held me close.

I leaned down and kissed her full on the mouth and I even threw in a little tongue action.

"Now that's what I'm talking about," Candy said leaning back, and then in a whisper she added, "Now just imagine doing that with this thing buried to the hilt inside my unspoiled by any other man pussy."

While whispering she had reached down and grabbed my dick over my pants. I got hard.

"Well, at least I can get him hard." Candy said happily as she stepped away from me.

"God, you are such a man stealing hussy!" Vicky taunted Candy.

"Hussy maybe, stealing, not. He won't let me. That's not saying I wouldn't though." Candy answered back smartly.

Despite, and ignoring the hard-on Candy had created by fondling me, I wanted to talk to her about my concern about her and Dana working on the serial killer case so taking on a serious expression I asked her, "Candy, take a minute will you?"

"If you've finally given in and are planning on plowing me I certainly hope it'll take longer than a minute." She responded snidely.

"No," I smiled. "I just need to ask you something."

I guess she noticed the sober expression on my face and understood I was serious because she nodded and then both of us walked a few feet away from the others.

"Dana told me about the case you two just got assigned too." I told her.

She nodded.

I continued, "I'm just a little nervous about two of my favorite girls getting mixed up with a creep like that."

And just as Dana had done when her and I had talked Candy smiled, and then also just like Dana she said, "Sam, that's our job. We handle cases like this all the time." Then she reached out and reassuringly placed her hand on my forearm as she continued speaking, "We've been trained to take care of ourselves and of each other. We'll be just fine Sam. And I promise I'll take extra care of your Dana for you."

"You know I worry about you too." I told her with all sincerity.

"I know you do." She smiled again, "It's nice to know someone at home cares about us. Thank you for caring Sam." She then leaned up and kissed me lightly on the lips.

I smiled back at her and said, "You know Candy, looking at you right now ... I'd settle for a slim majority vote and not hold out for a unanimous consensus."

"Me too," She responded. "But I love all your girls and I don't want any one of them mad at me. So, I'll just continue playing with my toys until I can coerce all of them into agreement."

Just then Dana walked over and said loud enough so everyone could hear, "Hey, is this some kind of a two man conspiracy to get all of us to agree to Candy's wishes or is she just trying to seduce you on her own Sam?"

We both looked at her innocently and she must have remembered my concern over her and Candy being assigned to the serial murder case because her gaze narrowed when she added, "Oh, you were telling Candy that you're worried about us weren't you?"