When I arrived downstairs, everyone was sitting at the dining table eating breakfast. Dad looked at me quizzically. I didn’t pay much attention to h...s stares as he himself was a late riser. I silently pulled a chair. “How come you’re so late today?” Mom asked me as she furnished a plate in front of me and handed me a sandwich.“I was studying late.” I replied hurriedly as I began nibbling at my sandwich. Then I realized my mistake. Roly knew very well that lights in my room went off early last. She’d always set herself two limits, never to do anal, and never to do escort work and start on the slippery slide towards prostitution. She’d quickly added a third, not to EVER do hard drugs. They were freely available in the circles she was moving in, but she’d already seen what they could do to people back in Atlanta, and she wasn’t going to even risk going there.I knew that there had been some high-profile deaths among adult performers. I almost interrupted her here, but as she was on a. He walked into the bathroom and closed the door. The shower turned on and I slumped to the floor. My entire body was flushed. Dawning on me was the fact that fighting with him turned me on. My panties were drenched and my pussy throbbed. Fighting with him had never turned me on before, why now? Groaning I leaned against the side of the bed. Listening to the shower run was calming me down as I zoned out. I regretted picking a fight over something so trivial as sex. I didn't even give him much to. I had already counted the money out, ready to bring out here, the very day Mr. Ruiz called me about it.”“Well, we may have to bring the Montague sisters in to ask them a few questions before this is settled.”About that time, one of his deputies came in and handed Sheriff Jones a bundle of scorched papers.“Sheriff, here’s the papers on the truck. You’ll never guess who it’s registered to.”He looked at the papers, then looked at Honas. “Honas Wainwright, you may need an attorney!”“Sheriff, I was.