When he got back to the sheriff's office he saw a big padlock and hasp bolted to the door. A printed poster proclaimed, "Closed Conduct All Business W...th The Police Department Until Further Notice. (signed) Harley Duran, Chief of Police, Woodman, Oklahoma." What the hell was this shit? He turned and headed back down the street until he came to the Woodman Police Department and walked in the front door.Ellie looked up from her telephone and saw the sheriff's badge. "What do you want?" Her tone. Each blow was enough to eat some of the rage he felt. He wanted to hit the man again and again, but knew there were limits. If he got busted, he’d have to explain himself. This was over. There was only silence in the cafeteria, and in that moment, Greg realized that everyone, _everyone_ was watching. No applause, that shit was only for the movies, simply a silent consensus that the boyfriend had gotten what he’d deserved. Someone nearby spoke, though he had no idea who. ‘You should go.’ Nobody. With just a little of it we could have put his whole leg in a cast, so there'd be no chance he could open the wound again. The itching inside the cast that would come later would also have been poetic justice for his recalcitrance.It was a big surprise to me that the one dumbass was practically all I had to deal with. Well, he and Mayta too. She had distanced herself from her position of authority, and it was overloading my mates with questions from the other women. I found her for another. I kissed his nipples and moved on to his belly bottom. I removed his pant and as usual, he was not wearing his underwear.He held my head and guided me to his hardened 7 inched cock. I looked at his dick. It had been 20 years I have been riding that cock but still I felt hungry by looking at it. I remembered how the time had flown since I had first ridden that cock on our first night ceremony.I remembered how I was feeling shy that day and wondered how foolish I was to fear of this monster. I.