We settled for thick milkshakes which we could drink while driving.Laura showed me how to take an alley to the back of the brothel where we could park...the car out of sight from the street. We went in through the back door and made it to the upstairs office before anyone knew we were there."Male appendage on the floor," Laura announced to the empty hallway causing four heads to pop out of doorways. Seeing me wave at them, three of the girls ventured out in various stages of undress."What's an. ”“Use the truck next time, less damage. His jaw is going to need work.”“He had a pair of Weapons out and refused to surrender.”“Save it for the courts.” The photographer didn’t really care, I thought. It was possible that she was giving me advice for the next time to minimize the push back from the higher-ups. Damaged perps always caused trouble, I learned.A new precedent was soon enacted country and then worldwide. All Hunters, from then on, would be considered Armed and Dangerous at all. The windows, decoration, paintings, furnishings and surroundings dissolved around them, their focus funneled into the sensation of lips parting, overflowing in feeling. Their bodies shifted against and across each other. She felt his hardness grow beneath her, coaxing a soft tingling between her legs. Her hand slid down his chest, the curves and swoops of his musculature, and smooth skin of his abdomen to his erection. Slow strokes up and down, back and forth. His warmth filled her hand and she. She helped lift boards back into place, handed him nails, and made sure he rested at regular intervals. He was pushing himself hard, considering he'd been near death itself when he first appeared out of nowhere. She couldn't help but notice that Lou seemed much happier with something to do. Sometimes he whistled as he worked. At other times he'd get to telling her tall tales of his incredible exploits. He was a wanderer and there wasn't a town west of the Rockies he hadn't been to and had.