”“Dude, are you alright?” my partner asked me. “You got your head up your ass. He left fingerprints and DNA all over the place. Our perp is to... careful about that shit. Maybe you need to take a step back, bro. You’re too close to this one. You ain’t thinking right.”“It’s not the case,” I told him, acknowledging that I had not been on my A game. “It’s personal.”“Personal? Dude, I been your partner for over ten fucking years. What’s going on?”“I can’t get into it, now. I need to get back in. I had stopped to take a picture with my new camera (one of my more useful Christmas pressies) and was looking in my bag for an empty sd card, when I noticed him turning back onto the same path as mine, odd as im sure he had done that earlier, now only about fifty yards away, looking straight at me…….shit…no other paths for me to take to avoid him.I continued to look for the card, keeping an eye on him, hoping he’d just pass and carry on. Nope.‘have you lost something love?’ he asked, I just. Do you want me to come along?" You don't have to! I know you and mom don't get along. Besides you can just take it easy here." I said with smile.That night I went back to my profile and posted a blog that I was meeting a new cock on Saturday that I was going fuck dry!I then went to Steve and told him I really need to have sex. He gave a good hard fuck. I could tell he was more turned on than normal and so was I! I could not remember the last time his cock felt so good."Fuck me! Fuck me hard!. The office furniture was already set up along with the computer systems.We had a nice business counter for the flight service and a second counter for MAAR computer terminals to do the rentals.Further towards the tarmac entrance was a nicely sized pilot's lounge with chairs, a couple of couches and two wall desks for courtesy computers. It was more for looks than anything else. Our pilots were going to be headquartered in the side hangar where they were now.The next stop was the kitchen..