" Rhea!" I snapped. "Leave Sarah alone." Sure," my sister replied. "The moment you do." She stood up for you at the football match. Go easy!" I snappe... and bade my aggressive sister "good night."Sarah joined me in my room and slid into bed, discarding her fleecy dressing gown and waited for me to put my novel on the table. I turned to face her, and gave her a deep kiss, our tongues intertwined and our hands wandering.I smiled at her expectant face and felt a powerful warmth and contentment as I. Maybe he'd be transferred or forced to retire. That would suck. Or maybe it would be worse than that. If there was an investigation ... would it be possible that management, or even the police, would ask Mike what he knew? How would he respond?Mike pushed that thought aside and began his routine collecting money from the meters. He vaguely hoped that he would not come across any that were jammed. He opened up the back of each meter casing, pulled out the canister, and dumped the coins into the. The crowd was only about half of what it had been at its peak, but every remaining eye was flicking back and forth between him and me. Miller was walking slowly, "like a cowboy in a moseyin' contest," as Pappy would say. It gave me some time to reflect on the trouble I had apparently gotten myself into. One of the things that managed to flash through my mind was the fact that Miller had been faced down once already that day, and the knowledge that a guy like him wouldn't let it happen again.. I tried to wrench as much water out of the shirt as I could, but it was not posible to wring it while wearing. Somebody sugested that they extinguish the candle, while I remove the shirt, wrung water out of it, and wore it again. After a few rounds of protest, I agreed to it. Under the cover of darkness, I hesitantly removed my shirt, and wrung it, then suddenly the sexy-ness of the situation struck me! Here I was standing half naked with a bunch of guys at least ten years younger to me! I was.