Where had he been? Whom had he been with? Over the last few weeks it had become out-right accusations. At the same time, her drinking had begun to inc...ease. And, damnit, so was his because he tended to spend more time with his buddies before going home to face the inquisition. It was driving him crazy.Sighing to himself, he pulled up to Muldoon's, parked his car and went in. Like most cop bars, it was festooned with memorabilia of the PD, the Sheriff's Department and the State Patrol. A low. I leave the music on, itll be fun to set my rythem to the music, the background base in the music rumbles through the bed. Itll be a cool feeling considering the subwoofer is right under our bed, couldnt find a better place for it, but I wouldnt change it anyways. I sit down on the edge of the bed and Faith follows and steps up onto the bed on her knees with me between her legs. I lay back down, and Faith guides herself onto my prostate man hood. She leans forward and rests her nipples on my. One task had multiple goals: scan the aircraft in the museum for replication.The museum's curator was a Kenneth Hill and Major Ployer "Pete" Hill was his great grand uncle. A cell phone call reached him in his office. I signed the guest register at the vacant reception desk—the museum wasn't open yet and the receptionist hadn't arrived—and Ken met me in the lobby. Television monitors were blank, most of the interior lights were off. Ken led me through the double wooden doors marked "authorized. .. she didn’t think the pill was important. She was regular ... and a non sufferer of the maladies of some teenagers ... cramps ... spotting ... irregularity ... and promiscuity. She had ... over the years ... plenty of opportunity for adventure and excitement ... and her curiosity tended towards bigger things. She was friends with a flying saucer named Company and that had kept her busy. Sex? Maybe later. She was having too much fun to worry about it.Fun didn’t include boys ... messy, smelly.