There was a very brief message consisting of two sentences. I sat there and read it at least a dozen times. It didn't make much sense, but I knew it w...uld be very important to me.The message read, "Drive to Casey Park at noon and park next to the black Lincoln near the playground. If you don't, these pictures will be emailed to your boss, wife, kids, parents, and numerous community leaders."It was with more than a little trepidation that I began to open the attached pictures. My stomach. George felt his whole body shiver as her small fingers traced a path over the bulge in his trousers caused by his hard cock pressing against the fly.Neither spoke a word as George’s fingers moved in under the thin material and ran over the small, pert breast and rubbed small circles over the hard nipple.For her part, Rosie slowly unzipped her uncle’s fly, and reaching inside gently ran her fingers up and down the throbbing shaft. She loved the way it twitched as her fingertips traced a route. "When Joe Jelly figures out that his boysmissed, my life won't be worth a whore's piss."The woman just stood there, one hand resting upon her hip and the other uponher cheek. There was that smile again. "Now how do you suppose a couple oftop torpedoes like Mike and Georgio missed at that range?"It surprised Scarp that the unknown dame knew those names. "Fuck, I don'tknow how! Those bums were the best. -- Where do you know them from?"She shrugged her ivory shoulders. "I know a lot of people --. "I guess that you'll be back to pizza, beer and porn".James laughed and almost dropped his mug to the floor. "Your imagination is running wild. Do you think that I actually spend my days like that?" Well, that's what guys do, right?" Oh, Angela you should date more ... You imagine us all like horny teenagers!" Ok. Laugh all you want but I'm leaving and you won't be laughing tomorrow when you have to cook". She was looking at her intently and she noticed that his eyes were becoming a more dark.