Jess coddled her head and shushed her softly as Emma cried hard against her. The tears made huge dark spots on Jess’ red blouse.“It’s ok, it’s...ok...” Jess repeated in whispers.I gave Jess a questioning look and she waved at me to be still. I had no idea what was going on and neither did Jess, but Jess knew to just let it run its course until she was ready to talk. And, after a few minutes, she was.Emma pushed herself up from Jess and began apologizing.“Oh God, I’m so sorry. I made a mess of. Not if The Restoration really is planning a nationwide assassination campaign.”I knew Clint was right and I didn’t argue. J. Edgar had the manpower, the budget, the technological resources. And the legal mandate to obtain warrants.Still.Gene Austin’s new plan for the Wrigley was an acknowledgement that the Crossroads gentrification had changed both the demographics and the dynamics of the neighborhood.He’d been ahead of the trend in recognizing the potential of the neighborhood back when he. .. and... no where to go and..." She broke down into tears."Come with me Mary." Ray put his arm around her shoulders and led her upstairs. "There are four bedrooms in this place, one is mine, another is to be my workroom and office as soon as I get an Internet connection run into it from downstairs, so that leaves two for guests. If ever there is a problem at home, one of them can be yours and you can pay for it by working here." I won't have to sleep with you?" Not unless you want to but at. Just above her face, centered in the raven-haired girl's perfect buttocks, was the tight puckered ring of her anus. Remembering how it had felt to her when Jim had fingered her there, Kathy began working the middle digit of her right hand against the tiny aperture, forcing the tightly resisting rectal muscles to give way to her prodding pressure. As she got her finger in to the first knuckle, the redhead was rewarded by a muffled cry of animalistic joy from the avidly tensing teenager. Lydia.