I stripped off my shirt and my shorts and darted furtively up the driveway wearing just my panties. I rang the bell, counted to five and raced back to...our car. My chest was heaving from my sprint and my nipples hardened; my husband noticed and gave each one a twist for good measure. I was so turned on; my panties were soaked. We waited.My husband quickly tucked his fingers under my waistband and began expertly stroking my outer pussy lips, pinching them together and rubbing them around my. What can I do?" You leave it with me. Go look at yourself in the mirror, Mr. Hunsinger. Then look at me. If you were Harley, who would you least likely want to talk to between you and me?"I snorted a reply. "You," I admitted."Good guess. So let's get down to the nitty gritty," he said, leaning forward. "What do you really want to know? And don't bullshit me. I can't do my job if you aren't straight with me."I gave him the whole story. I told him about Harley and Merilee and what had caused me. I’m the wrong guy, ok?’ ‘Don’t worry Harry me lad. I know. And I also know who stole it. Sorry about the beating you got off Mick here. I would like to compensate for damages if I can?’ Martin was too pleasant for the hard man he was, and still alive. Harry wondered when Hoffman was going to do the do. ‘I found out who it was. Someone you know I believe.’ Martin continued. ‘A man called Hoffman?’ Harry tried hard not to look surprised and cast his mind back to the suitcase of money half spent.. Carter was standing across the street from the house, nearly invisible with his body hidden behind a small tree.'Kill them all, ' a voice hissed in his mind.'Slaughter them, ' Another voice ordered."I know," Carter muttered.'Make them pay, ' a third voice said."Shut up, just shut up!" Carter swore, trying to keep his voice down.'They all deserve to die!' The first voice roared. While the sound was all in his head, he instinctively tried to cover his ears and block it out."I will end their.