”, sagte Dirk und stieg aus dem Wagen.“Soll ich das melden?”, fragte Tanja und verließ ebenfalls das Auto.“Blödsinn. Wahrscheinlich nur zwei...besoffene Penner. Kein Grund die Kollegen im Funkraum aus dem Schlaf zu reißen.”Hamburg war vielleicht nicht die sicherste Stadt in Deutschland, aber trotzdem lebte man zumindest als Polizeibeamter auf Streife relativ sicher. Tanja hatte zwar ein etwas ungutes Gefühl, folgte aber trotzdem Dirk in die Gasse. Überall auf dem Boden lag Müll und der Gestank. I just don't know her well enough to do anything more than hold her and talk about you." At least Uncle Paul will get here today. Maybe he'll be able to help," Joey stated. He wasn't telling us anything we didn't already know. It just seemed to be the appropriate thing to say."Have you seen my mom?" I asked her."Not since she left around three this morning. She had to help me calm Margaret down, and stayed to talk a little while... I'm sorry. What's your name again?" Tim," I answered."Tim, your. I would love to get my hands and mouthon those luscious mounds. She was wearing a pair of highheeled sandals and when she walked, my, my, my. Her hipsswayed back and forth and the thin material of her shortsrode up and down through the crack of that nice voluptuousass. I’m pretty sure she knew she was putting on a nice show.Suddenly, she stopped and bent over from the waste pushingout her ass and doing something with her shoe. Her legs werespread a little apart and her pussy was completely. There's something I want to talk to you about." I'm afraid you can't come over, Jack."My worst fears were coming true. I steeled myself."Why?" We're in Santa Barbara. My aunt died yesterday." Oh, Jill, I'm sorry." We were kind of expecting it. She was 92 years old and has been in a nursing home for the last seven years. She hasn't been herself since she fell and broke her hip last spring." So, how long are you going to be in Santa Barbara?" We're driving back tomorrow. The funeral was today..