Some because it was a feather in their cap, and some because I knew about it, so they had to do something.Funny thing though the operation was self co...tained. When they hit the warehouse the owner was already on the run. At least that's how it looked to me. He was most likely retired back to his home in South America. Nobody had to die, because they only knew the owner of the franchise, and he was in the wind. So everybody rolled on him and nobody really cared that they did.I expected word to. " He whispered to Deb, loud enough for Angie to ear."What a sweetheart." Angie thought. "He seems so gentle and caring. And yet he's so big and hard..."He was softly caressing Deb's body, slightly touching her skin with his fingers, going from her neck to her anus, then very gently grasping her huge buttocks, then carefully playing with her big saggy tits and nipples. Angie was a little sad not see what Deb's nipples looked like."I really have to fuck them." She said to herself, on a resolute. It’s unlikely anyone will notice no matter where we do it. But the idea of making her do it while parked in front of her house while her husband is inside waiting anxiously for her to come home appeals to me so I ignored her pleas and drove down the street, pulling over to the curb right in front of her house.She glanced at her house. The porch lights are on, as are lights throughout the house. Poor old Brad must be worried about his cute little bride. Either that or he’s afraid of the dark.I. “Uh huh,” said Gerard. “We’ve been lucky I guess, getting this far without killing each other.”“You never strayed?” I asked hesitantly, tiptoeing into sensitive territory.“You don’t expect me to answer that,” Gerard said with a laugh, looking at me sideways. “She really would kill me. She’s no angel, mind you. Independent spirit. I guess we’ve turned a few blind eyes over the years.”“Would you turn another one?” I asked.“Now?” he said. “For you?”I coughed uncomfortably as the cogs spun in his.