Let’s see, I have to go in and talk to the marshal today. What should I tell him about the killing of Trace?”Berta paused, thinking. “Brady, bet...er yet, why don’t I be the one to talk to him? I can tell it like it was.” She grinned, “I was there, remember? I was the one who shot him when he was firing at you. I was just protecting my husband.”“Umm, Berta, I didn’t see it quite like that. I had time enough to shoot him while he was struggling to get into position.”“But what would have happened. Do you want me to do that, sweetheart?" his girlfriend Amy whispered in his ear. "Would you like all your friends to know how "quick at the trigger" you are when we mess around? Maybe I should stand up and tell them how I barely get it out of your pants before you start squirting in my hands. Is that what you want them to know?" Well that stopped him from saying anything else, at least this time. He hated when Amy brought that up. After all, he couldn't help it. And she really didn't. "I don't think so, Ed," Mr. Langston said, offering his hand to the sheriff. "Thanks for dealing with the situation, and we apologize for dragging you out on a night like this."While we had been talking, the clouds had moved in, obscuring the moon and a slow rain had started, the kind of rain that makes you want to curl up under a blanket with your girl and shut out the world. I wished Tabby and I had that option, but we couldn't do a damn thing in her parents' house."Just doing my job," Bryson. Satisfied with the results, I anxiously left my room for Chris. Have you waited long for me? I teased, pushing his door open without knocking. Oh My God! MOM! Holy Shit! Holy Shit! You pulled it off so well! he exclaimed excitedly. So you like what you see then? I asked, bending myself forward to give him a view of my tits. YES! Mom you look so hot! he exclaimed, rushing up to take in my costume in detail. His eyes wandered up and down my body, scanning everything excitedly. You even.