"Okay, wait a minute, I'll give him a call. We've been divorced for years but still keep in touch."
Bessie picked up her phone and made the call, which connected quickly.
"John, do you have time? There's an officer at my place who wants to speak with you."
"Alright, I'll be there in fifteen minutes," came the aged voice of Jigsaw. Still enough time.
"He said he'll arrive in fifteen minutes," Bessie reported after hanging up. "How's the coffee?"
"Excellent, thank you for your hospitality. You're truly beautiful, ma'am. We should have dinner sometime, though I suspect you're too busy."
Cain chuckled. Others came to complete missions - he came to complete missions too, though with significantly reduced danger.
"Haha, are you serious?" Though Bessie held favorable impressions of Cain, their age difference made her doubt his sincerity.
"Absolutely, beautiful lady. If you're willing, you'll experience my sincerity firsthand. May I have a hug? Just a friendly one." Cain spread his arms with a suggestive grin.
"Mmm."
When Bessie embraced him, Cain immediately pulled her tight, pressing his hardened cock against her lower abdomen. Through their clothing, Bessie - experienced as she was - could clearly feel both its impressive warmth and substantial size.
"Ma'am, do you feel my sincerity? This is the ultimate testament to your allure."
Cain deliberately rocked his hips, ensuring she fully appreciated his dimensions. Such substantial equipment could provide remarkable stimulation, potentially awakening long-dormant desires in this mature woman.
Bessie gasped softly. "I certainly feel it. Youth is truly remarkable."
"You're not old - you're exquisite. I've always preferred older women. You might not believe me, but I suffer from a condition - hypersexuality. Daily release is mandatory. Normally I handle it manually, but seeing you, ma'am...I couldn't control myself. My apologies if I've embarrassed you."
Feigning remorse, Cain released Bessie and slumped onto the couch. This was the classic push-pull technique.
As predicted, Bessie's professional curiosity ignited. As a physician running her own clinic, she recognized compulsive sexual behavior.
"Why, there's an octogenarian in Britain with similar compulsions," she mused, perching on the sofa armrest to stroke Cain's hair.
"Don't fret - as a doctor, I understand. Talking helps, and I can offer guidance. Can your body sustain such demands?"
Cain nodded eagerly.
"My health's excellent - daily exercise regimen. Yet my libido remains insatiable. Encountering someone as breathtaking as you, ma'am...I might need to excuse myself to the restroom soon. You're so arousing I'm constantly erect."
Bessie's manicured hand casually brushed his crotch.
"My, my. Quite impressive. Really, if your constitution permits, you should release whenever necessary. Suppression helps no one. How long has this persisted?"
"Since fifteen. Daily masturbation's mandatory. Ma'am...could you assist me?" Cain boldly cupped Bessie's breasts.
"So full, so soft. Your figure's spectacular."
Bessie chuckled, unoffended. "After your business concludes, we'll talk properly, young man. You've gotten me rather...damp."
The doorbell interrupted them - her ex-husband had arrived.
A silver-haired man entered, dressed modestly. The legendary Jigsaw himself.
"John, there's an officer here to see you," Bessie announced warmly. Despite their divorce, she bore no resentment, understanding his distance was protective.
Jigsaw's calm eyes surveyed Cain with quiet authority as he seated himself. "What brings you here, young officer?"
Cain produced a small vial - a 200-point system purchase guaranteeing cancer remission.
"Jigsaw, an honor. This is my gift - a proprietary formula that cures your cancer."
Jigsaw's pupils dilated momentarily before his composure returned. "Fascinating. How did you know?"
"As an investigator hired by police, I completed my assignment. But America's corrupt justice system holds no appeal for me. Continue your work undisturbed."
Cain lit a cigarette, then immediately stubbed it out. "Apologies, forgot about smoking restrictions."
Jigsaw examined the blue liquid carefully. His pharmacological knowledge confirmed cancer remained incurable by conventional means.
"Do you comprehend cancer's nature? The meaning of existence?"
This was Jigsaw's test. Life enthusiasts would be spared. Those indifferent to life's value? They'd play his game - win and leave, lose and perish.
Cain relit his cigarette. "Cancer's currently 'incurable' - but that doesn't mean uncured. Spontaneous remissions occur globally because some refuse to die. Understand this: medical profits drive everything. The conglomerates control all. Even knowing a cure exists, they'd suppress it - treating cancer patients is far more lucrative. Human suffering means nothing against their bottom line."
Clap. Clap. Clap.
Jigsaw applauded slowly.
"Adequate explanation. Second question: your philosophy on life? You know my principles. You have sixty seconds to persuade me."