Immediately, panic hit - what am I wearing on the train in public? I'm too old for this outfit, I could see someone I know - HOLY SHIT I COULD RUN INT... MY brother!! He will just kill me dead, you know!Oh, wait, I haven't even met the organizer - did I forget that teeny detail?? I am trusting a guy I have never laid eyes on to take me to get fucked by a bunch of pervs! OMG, I'm so much smarter than this, I think to myself. What the hell was I thinking?! My father, a NYC cop, would shoot me, not. Frank was a friend, anyway, and his main comment had been, "About time you got a decent house." Still, he'd had to run it past the loan board, which didn't meet till Tuesday, so the two had decided not to break the news to the kids until they'd gotten the official word.Tuesday was always a tough day around the Record-Herald; it was paper day, and this was a big paper for this time of the year. The problem was that there wasn't a lot of news for the front page. Mike had banked on the County. He didn't seem to be in any great hurry to keep the promise he'd made by the pool, but my balls had ached with anticipation ever since and my errant cock had firmed up more than once since then at the thought of a whole evening's pleasuring.The meal dragged on and on and it seemed like midnight before we sat over a final cup of coffee. Carrie got up and started to clear the table and I -acting the perfect guest -helped her to take the dishes to the kitchen. We had just got started when a pickup. She tried to break into a few of the stores, but fear urged her to keep going when she couldn’t get through the boarded up doors or windows the first time. The sirens were coming closer, zeroing in on her. Most likely, the men in the helicopter were using a radio to tell the troops on the ground her location. It was only a matter of time in that case, outnumbered as she was today. Tripping over the curb, Iris fell onto the pavement. Her ankle contorted in pain, but luckily it wasn’t broken..