..or three hot ones?" Jake about fell out of his chair laughing."She's working all day today," the bartender called out in warning. "Shedoesn't have t...me to sit with the customers."I let her go. Not that the bartender scared me; I just knew the routine.We'd make nice as long as nobody really crossed us. We might look likebad dudes, but if we didn't show up for work the next day, we'd befired, so cooling our heels in some tank water town jail didn't seemlike a good idea.Once we'd each downed. As a child Greg Sands was exposed to a high level of violence. I didn't know but his mom was actually his step-mom.The report outlined that Greg had witnessed his real Mother's death at the hands of an intruder. His father had just returned from work as the man was about to shoot Greg and his father 'saved the day' by killing the man.Details were a little fuzzy from then on. He got into trouble fighting other kids and eventually his father remarried and continued his police career. To control. He knew he would have to move slowly and gently, easing his way in. He squeezed more oil into her ass and then pushed forward. Jen let out a gasp. Nothing had ever felt like this before. He pushed in a bit farther. She closed her eyes, experiencing a whole new feeling of fullness in a whole new place. It was both fabulous and forbidden at the same time!Jack pulled back, allowing some more of the oil to seep in. Then he pushed in a little more. A little deeper. He pulled back, then deeper in.. "Well. You've got a gorgeous little bod, and I would simply love for us to, you know, do things." Good to know, Giulia, but can we change the subject now, please?"The sun is sinking, the shadows lengthening, and the only sound is the wind in the cypress trees surrounding the villa.I look up and watch a solitary bird, wings outstretched and unmoving. It's very high. I wonder if it could be an eagle. Perhaps it can see us as it watches for little creatures moving in the long meadow grass. Maybe.