”I asked, “So what are you going to do with the money?”Tammy said, “I’ve got my eye on a pair of skinny jeans and a denim miniskirt at Old N...vy.”As I left her bedroom Tammy was finished fucking her pussy with my old dildo and said, “Send him in. I’m ready.”As I passed my son’s bedroom I casually said, “Your sister wants to see you.” Then I went into my own bedroom to masturbate.When I finished myself off, I stood outside of Tammy’s bedroom door and listened. She was really enjoying having her. Of course, the switch of drivers not only helped with rest, but also with confusing anyone else potentially chasing them. It wasn’t, however, a permanent solution.“One thing that we could do is trade in this bus for a different one, or else remove the license plate. We might get pulled over for no tags, but that’s what, a ticket and a bribe these days? Far less dangerous than getting shot at because a gang of loony bikers recognizes your number. Any kind of switcheroo to throw them off is good.. ’ He bore into my eyes. How the hell was I supposed to know that? Everything was too real, surreal. It was as if he were somehow reading my brain. I wish he could just figure everything out because I couldn’t breathe again. Then I got scared and wanted to flee. I had to get away from this man, or I’d lose myself completely. I knew this instinctively. My head started spinning. This was happening too fast. I felt faint. I was going to pass out or lose it or something but then he did the most. It was 10:04 the next morning when Molly finally answered the phone. "Hello?" Molly, Matt Cain." Oh yes. Good morning Mr. Cain." Matt, please. Look can I meet you somewhere? Coffee maybe. Say how about the café on Main Street?" Look Matt I've been thinking, maybe this isn't such a good idea after all, I'm sorry..." Don't hang up Molly, please. Look I really need someone to help introduce me to some of the townspeople, please." Well... I guess it wouldn't hurt if we just talked for a little.