.. on the motorcycle I mean.”“I do, a light little package like you ... and I imagine getting off besides. Both of us.”“Easy for you to say. I...should have expected this type of foolishness.”Still she was tempted, she kept looking at my cock, which never reduces my erection. She took in how I had flipped out the rear foot pegs that seemed strangely placed, now that we talked about it the placement was obvious if she was sitting impaled on my cock.“I see now why we are wearing such naughty pants. All I could do was hope I could avoid him until the police caught up to him. I had some decisions to make and my only priority was to protect Yolanda, the children, and Meg. I think I was the target, but I couldn’t safely make that assumption and be confident the others would be okay. As I drove back to Meg’s, I knew what I had to do. By the time I arrived, Yolanda had quietly filled Meg in on what Detective Lofthouse had revealed. She was appalled at the danger this man presented, and just as. We thought he had the best chance of beating Webster till I talked to you. Let us take over your campaign and I'm pretty sure we can get you elected," he said."Oh and what do you get?" I asked."Someone in the sheriff's office that listens to us, rather than the old power structure," he said."I will listen to you like any other resident of this country, but I will do what is best for the people. I don't fit well into anyone's pocket." I informed him."Good, you do the right thing and we won't. But Ben Fisher didn't subscribe to the gay theory: he thought that there must be something else about Justin Boyland that made him act the way that he did, and he was really curious to know what it was!Ben was two places behind Justin in the queue, so when they had both just joined it, he was well-placed to hear Tracy Clarke's question:"Hi, Justin! I don't know if you're interested, but I'm having a party tomorrow night; a lot of the gang from here are coming, and you know you're very welcome.