I paced the floor and eyed the new Mossberg 12 gauge pump gun. If Martin didn't come back soon, I would take it and go looking for him. That should be...interesting moving through the woods in the dark with a loaded shotgun. I hoped it wouldn't come to that. We were just as likely to shoot each other as anything else.I was sitting on one of the folding chairs glancing at the computer screen, when I saw his car pull into the drive. I was extremely relieved. The angle of the camera made impossible. "It's so funny and well, could I come too?"Martin tried hard not to smile. "Of course. I don't suppose a meal at the pub is out of the question then?" Martin asked and the tired girl smiled for the first time that day."No," she grinned. "It most definitely is not." I still don't get it Sir," the Sergeant muttered as he swirled his tea around the mug. "I mean the statue was fake so did Doszak buy fakes or did he have copies made."Richard sighed and looked out over the court gallery. "I've been. He looked at the new acquisition. He had to agree with Dr. T. She was remarkably beautiful, the kind of woman who usually left him tongue-tied just by saying hello to him. ‘No problem of that here,’ he thought to himself, with a wry grin. ‘Ahhh, Astarte,’ he said aloud. ‘If you were alive, I’d be shaking in my boots just being in the same room, never mind alone with you. You are so beautiful I’ll probably be dreaming of you for a month of Sundays. I wish I could find a real girl like you to be. She panted as the cool air kissed her hot pussy. “Oh yeah,” he groaned as he squeezed her firm, rounded ass. He then traced a finger down the cleft of her cheeks, brushing the puckered iris of her ass, and pushed two fingers inside her again. “I knew that kitty was wet, Kitty.” “Please. Please fuck me, Lance,” she begged, keeping her voice quiet, mindful of the echoes in the nearly tomb-silent garage. He let out a growling little chuckle, and then the swollen tip of his cock pressed against her.