The Inspector felt his penis erect as he leaned against the back wall of the observation room watching Diana respond to Stefana's tormenting. Somehow, Diana's partial state of undress aroused him quickly. Or maybe it was the combination of Diana in garterbelt and stockings before him now: the recollection of Elizabeth, defeated, gratefully slipping on her revealingly, torn dressr the fantasy of Ahshley in her scanty tennis outfit, paniced as the officers handcuff her on the public roadway.

And then the Lieutenant working on Diana. The Inspector felt an unfamiliar attraction to Stefana that made him feel like an adolescent boy. It was a blooming attraction of new love: not really sexual, but he found even the smallest things about her exciting. Once in the heat of interrogating a young man, Stefana had kissed the Inspector on the cheek in her excitement. Just a peck in passing, but it burned in the Inspectors memory.

The men infront of him were silent: utterly absorbed in the scene playing out before them. Anxiously they awaited what Stefana would do next.