Of course

“So, what’s her name?” You ask.

“Is that necessary?” The flower replies.

You think it’s strange that she wants your help but isn’t willing to give out basic info. You wonder why she's being so secretive “You want me to follow her, I at least need her address.” The Flower is hesitant but gives it. But you’re not done quite yet. You need to work out a payment plan. “Every morning, you’re here. Even if I don’t have information to give you, you have something to give me. Deal?”

She almost blushes, even though women like her don’t usually blush.

“Sure... it's a deal. Is this going to take a long time?”

In truth, trail jobs never take a long time. If someone doesn’t catch you following them, then you can find out what they’re doing pretty fast. If they do catch you, it’s because they’re paranoid that they’re being followed, which means they’re doing something they shouldn’t. These things never take longer than a week. Which is why you want daily payment installments.

***

An hour later you’re in your car, scoping out a nice if unspectacular suburban house. It doesn’t take long for a car to pull out of a garage and you follow. It’s first stop is a dry cleaner. A very pretty blonde woman gets out of the car, wearing a fancy coat and tight jeans.

Now you know who to picture when you picture the Flower sixty-nining her woman. It’s a nice thought. You’re gonna be stiff through this entire case, you can just tell.

She comes out of the dry cleaners holding a suit. The bag around it isn’t transparent, so you’re not sure if it’s a woman’s suit or a man’s suit, but it doesn’t seem made for a petite fit. Could she be married? There was no other car in her garage. But it’s 4:00pm. Hubby could be at work. Or maybe she’s picking it up for a boss.

Her next stop is the public library. Again she’s in and out quickly again, as if she knew exactly what she was getting. You pull out your binoculars and scope out the thick book under her arm.

The Scarlet Letter. Hmm, you haven’t read that one since high school. Maybe she’s just a fan of the classics.

Her next stop is in the city. So you follow her for the long drive back into town. At this point you’re certain that she doesn’t suspect she’s being followed. So that’s one less thing to worry about.

And here’s where things get interesting.

She pulls up in front of a community center, the kinda place that has all sorts of after school activities. A handful of teens play basketball our front. Some girls are jumping rope, that kinda thing. The Blonde passes them up and goes inside. You wait patiently. She reappears with two others at her side. One is a teenage girl, petite, pretty, still dressed in what looks like a sorta sexy school uniform.

The other is a woman who looks like she works at the community center. They chat and smile. She seems to approve of the Blonde picking up the teenager, seems to be happy about it, even. She gives the blonde a peck on the lips… just a friendly peck? You wonder. This isn’t exactly France.

Things are moving along. The next stop is a downtown corner candy shoppe called “Sinful Sweets.” A colorful place. Lots of pink on the illuminated sign. Lots of pink in the frosted windows. But the damn frosted windows keep you from seeing what’s going on inside. But the Blonde and her schoolgirl spend a lot of time there; almost two hours. It’s a long time for a candy shop. You’d be bored if you weren’t busy amusing yourself by thinking about the Blonde and the Flower licking each other’s stuff nipples, shoving their fingers into one another’s puckered assholes, things like that.

Finally they emerge, the Blonde crunching on the bottom half of an ice cream cone. The Schoolgirl isn’t eating anything but she’s got a little white cream on the corner of her mouth.

The Blonde notices it seconds after you do, then with a giggle, places her hands on the girl’s shoulders, turns her toward her, slicks the cream off with her thumb and slips it through her own lips. Sure seems like a sign that there’s something going on here.

And the trailing continues. It’s getting late. The sun has gone down but it’s still hot and sticky out. You follow your marks into Little Italy where they park and head into an ancient place called Vincenzo’s Family Hotel. The evidence seems to be mounting up. You're fairly sure this is an old mob-run hotel... at least until the city's mob boss Don Bucatini was thrown in jail six months ago. Since then, the city's gone from organized crime to disorganized crime.

All in all what you’ve seen isn’t enough for a definitive conclusion. You have some options. You can head into the hotel and trail further. You can go back to the candy shoppe, the community center, the library, or the dry cleaners. Or you can head back to your office. After all, the sooner you find your answer, the less you get to experience your cock in the Flower’s throat. So what’s the rush to investigate?