I hugged all of the guys and Rusty and Scat walked out with me.“Bro, are you good to ride that hog?”“Yeah Scat. I can still ride.”“Rusty say... that you want to find out if your wife is running around. Is that right?”“Yeah. I’m scared to death to know the truth, but scared to death not to.”“OK. I already got the ball rolling. My company will be on it starting tomorrow. I’ll get with you to install surveillance cameras and phone taps at the house.”“Keep track of your costs and I’ll cover. That's why alligators are not considered little dinosaurs." She smiled. "They never were."What could I do? I opened my arms and beckoned for the inevitable hug."Was that too much?" she asked. "I'm not supposed to be a know-it-all."I kissed her cheek. "You're my Terri!" ... with a 'p'..." Of course. And you operate within the specified limits attributed to puh-Terris everywhere." I pronounced the 'p' and received the giggle from her.Now I had Terri sitting on my thigh, I had Beck in there, and. Barb was becoming too clingy lately and he had no desire to talk with her just now. Instead of Barb's number however, he saw that it was the MPG headquarters communication system. "What the hell?" he muttered."Who is it?" Brent asked. "Is it that crotch you been slamming?" No," he said."Too bad," Brent offered, grinning lasciviously. "She's a pretty tasty looking piece." Answer," Lon told his computer, ignoring his partner.The screen changed showing the face of Major Mike Queen, commanding. He then reached for a small tubular appliance with a long smooth rounded tip at one end and a large plunger handle on the other. Samantha had noticed it sitting on the tray earlier but hadn't given much thought as to what it might be used for. It resembled a large syringe."What is that for?" she asked nervously."Well, now that you're nice and clean inside, I need to make sure that you are sufficiently lubricated before I can begin the procedure. Don't worry, this won't hurt a bit." Samantha.