"Excellent," he replied. "How are you father's investment profiles?"I sat silently for a moment before I understood."Unchanged," I said. "I'm not cert...in he has checked them in years. I know I haven't." Perhaps you should," he said. "It would be nice to know if he was planning to return."I slid out the drawer of my grandfather's desk and turned it over. It was where Marcus and I had found my father's stash of blackmail photos years before. There was another manila envelope beneath the false. Lucy Barrett lost her virginity that night in David's third-story studio apartment in Alexandria. It was all over so quickly she could hardly remember it now; of course, being perfectly soused might have affected her memory a bit. And looking back, she felt not the slightest recriminating pang, not one. She took David home to their Valley Farms house the very next night and treated Kate Barrett to a bit of her own medicine. Of course, John Barrett's charming widow was too much the southern. Mark looked up from the long table where all the town councilors were seated while Clete paced furiously up and down the room."I can understand your feelings, Clete, but what do you suggest we do?" Mark asked.Clete drove his right fist in his left palm. "What else? We raise an armed posse and search the countryside until we find him. Put a five thousand dollar bounty on his head."The men at the table all looked around indecisively. Then one of them, Bill Wilkins, said, "We can probably raise. "Her ankles sprang apart at his command, breathing fast, looking up at him. He rubbed the head of his cock over her pussy lips and then sank deep inside her, the hand not on her wrists holding her face to look up at him."Aahhhh," she grunted as he entered and filled her, gazing at him, arms still above her head, insides widened to take his size, ankles wrapped around and gripping him, drawing him deeper.Holding her face, his body aching to be deeper and deeper inside her, his eyes staring down.