””Really?” Sherie marvelled.”Yeah,” I answered, ”Gramps raises pigs, chickens, a few cows. In fact, your eggs are from here and the milk y...u're drinking.””That's amazing,” said Sherie, ”We got everything from the store back home.””We get stuff from the store,” chimed Gramps, ”But if I can grow it or raise it myself, then that's what I do.”We ate until we were satisfied. I'm a big breakfast guy, so I must have looked like a pig to Sherie. She ate so little, but I guess when you're that small,. Burn out.So I began pacing myself. Spending time with my family. Keeping up with other cases. Living.But Talking Heads had seeped into my brain:“Psycho Killer Qu’est-ce que c’est Fa-fa-fa-fa-fa-fa-fa-fa-fa-far better Run run run run run run run away oh oh”Gertie and I met again with Harold, this time in her office. A couple of floors below mine in the Livestock Exchange Building. Where she could smoke.She pointed to one mortgage contract, then the second one. Red, paste-on arrows showed him. Have fun. Come and get me when your done. Thank you sweetie..." she said. She then walked passed me. I took in her sweet perfume as she passed me. The left side of her huge breast rubbed against my right forearm. My cock instantly got harder in my cargo shorts. How the fuck was I going to clean her bedroom, with a raging hard on? I quickly moved the front of my hand on the front of my tan cargo shorts. I was rock hard. I decided to pick up all her clothes around the room first. I picked up her. You ... hit ... me ... Here.” He pointed on his right side.“I told you.” She cried.“I freaking told you. I am strong. Sorry. I am so sorry.” She looked pleadingly into his eyes.She was scared of losing him. She was not only strong, but could have killed him if she did not pull back her power dramatically. His defense was not weak enough for her to penetrate it with weak attacks, so she resorted to powerful thrusts, which resulted in broken ribs apparently. He was probably going to leave. She.