Connie knew he cared."Don't worry friend," Connie said softly. "I'm okay. I was just thinking about the day we met. A lot has happened since that day.... True," Charles replied, his gaze turning all thoughtful as he too remembered that day. A shiver slid down his spine, and he shook."Not a pleasant memory!" Charles muttered as Connie looked at him with curiosity."Some parts are," replied Connie in a warm fashion. "We met that day and you saved me, and then we became friends." True again," nodded. My parents would be sending all of the rest of my few belongings in case I decided to stay here after the end of the summer. That just might be some serious wishful thinking on their part, I thought though.We left to head home, and Gail put Lucy in a stroller to show me what needed to be done this evening. She went in to start dinner while I fumbled with feeding the horses. She had given me a walkie talkie to help me as this is my first time at this line of work. Most of the horses did their. We met Bobby as she came in, and rode up where we were greeted by the station's duty man. Bobby called D.C., listened, and then keyed her PC to download several pages of files.She read the files, then turned to us and said, "Let's go get someone who is implicated in a murder of a deputy marshal."Bobby had a team tailing the translator and had kept him under constant surveillance. He was right where he was supposed to be, and Bobby personally performed the arrest. When the man started with the. She pulled away from him as she fixed her skirt and blouse. ‘Come on, I’ll make you a plate,’ she said as she heads to the kitchen. His eyes immediately focus on her ass. The way it sways in her tight skirt. His mind went to the way it felt when she was riding him and how it jiggles when he was hitting it from behind. He shook his head as he grew hard again. They entered the eat in kitchen. He sat at the marble counter and waited. She made spaghetti with sausage and ground turkey meatballs. She.