" Let's go," I said, downing my scotch. "My baby girl isn't spending another minute in jail." "Your limo's waiting out front, sir."The City Jail was n...wly built on the outskirts of town, and I fumed the entire, ten minute drive across town. It was Saturday, and the streets were dead even though dawn was only a little way off. The eastern horizon was already lightening, gray stealing across the black skies. I drank another scotch, wiping my ruddy face, and tried to keep my anger under control.. I want to take your picture withBelle, I want to go dancing with my new BFF, and if she happens to getlucky later tonight so be it."It was my turn to hug her and it was a little tighter this time. I ranthrough the words in my head and I wondered a little about what shemeant at the end about getting lucky. Was she dropping a hint? Was shetalking about her and I together? I remembered what Lisa had said abouteuphemisms and hints about sex and that it was better to just plainlysay it."Are you. He then poured oil over my stomach and on my pussy. I bent my knees and spread my legs so he could massage my pussy as he always did. My pussy was waxed smooth and bald and I felt his fingers spread the lips apart and rub oil over my clit. He rubbed my clit adding more oil then found my love hole and began to soak it with oil as he inserted a finger in me. It was not long before he had three fingers in me fucking my hole as I covered his oiled fingers with cum. He kept fingering me and then. Jack was disturbed by what he saw. There were love letters from Pete to Maeve, which Jack found odd. In addition, the salutation that always began with the words “My Dearest Maeve:” looked strange, as if somebody else had written the last word. The handwriting wasn’t consistent and there seemed to be some whiteout that extended past the word Maeve and most likely under it. Jack told Eric the name of the hospital where Maeve was taken to; Eric rushed right over. Eric was informed that.