What do you think, Tiffany?" I don't know," she said. "If we could run the same race over again, knowing what we know now, we ought to finish in the m...ney. We let ourselves get too far out of contact with the leaders in the first half of the race, and getting lost a couple of times didn't help. We're only about four hours out of the money, and if we hadn't gotten lost near Nikolai, that would have put us in the money right there. I think we could do better next year, but ... I don't know. I. Not as she once was," Lisa whispered as she broke into tears."I'm so sorry, Lori! I didn't know what to do! I... I..." she couldn't go on.The room was so silent I wondered if anyone was breathing. This was part of why Bandor was an outcast. To find out that Lisa was guilty of the same thing was unbelievable.Lori ran over to her sister and wrapped her arms around her, holding her sobbing, brokenhearted twin close."It's ok, Lisa, I don't blame you. It had to be done. I knew what you were doing. I. The elevator stops with a ding and a jolt of reality. Straightening her dress, she gives my dick a squeeze and licks her lips.Holding hands, we walk down the hall to my room. Upon entering Sandra spins around and begins unbuttoning my pants. My now semi-erect cock falls from my boxers, she wraps a hand my organ stroking while getting to her knees. Parting her lips, she uses her tongue to tease the tip of my cock pre-cum pulling away mixed with her saliva. I reach behind her neck my hand holding. "Why go through all these and meet in an empty bar?" What I am about to tell you is something about your investigation about the ripped galleon paintings. Something that could expose someone from the police." The man told her in a grim tone.Her curiosity aroused, she asked. "Why tell me this and why me?"Before he could answer, the bartender brought him a glass with whiskey on it."Can I buy you a drink?" He asked, smiling at her."Sure." She replied and then faced the bartender. "I'll have what.