Jon, this is damned strange, I don't know as I've ever heard of anything like it. That bomb under the car, according to my man, was a professional job... He said it was all tied in like someone who knew what they were doing did it. They found bits of skin on the ends of the bare wires where whoever did it twisted them with his bare fingers so he could push them into the clay. We will send all that to the state lab for DNA analysis. Jon, if you have anymore vehicles, I want my men to check them. My hands twitch nervously in my lap. “Stop that,” he sneers, indicating my hands. I immediately still them, pushing my palms against my trembling thighs. “That’s better,” he says in a hushed tone, stroking my hair, as if I’m a dog that has just learned a trick. The movement is strangely soothing to me, making me relax, exhaling the breath I didn’t know I was holding. I trust him not to hurt me. In that moment I decide to give myself over to him completely and calm replaces the nervous. Tears were streaming down her face."I will drop out. Take the classes," Howie said."Howie, do you know how much you hurt me?" she said.He moved toward her and opened his arms. She moved against him."Becky, I swear I have never talked about you to anyone. Anyone," he said. He kissed the top of her head."I want to believe you," she said."Would you tell coach their names? Maybe he could find out the truth," he said."Let me think about it," she said.Howie went to the coach's classroom."What's wrong. " I felt her move and realized that our butts were up against each other. "Hey, big guy," she said with abandon. "fuck me." Though somewhat at a loss, that is not a command I ever want to ignore, so I moved forward and felt the dildo moving out of me. I didn't want that, so quickly moved back again and felt it go back in. It hadn't moved much, so I determined to move away from my wife's butt further this time. I felt the dildo slide and went as far as I dared, for fear of having it pop out..