She must have had to work this morning because she was wearing the pants and blouse from one of her power suits but she had on a beat up brown sweater...and some sneakers on her feet. She looked at me with something between a frown, a grimace, and a sardonic smile and I knew she was going to be picking at me already."I think the Army took your talent for perfect fucking timing and honed it into a weapon, Con," she groused after I pulled into the garage she opened with the remote, walking up to me. She needed comforting. More than anything else in the whoe world, she needed to feel the safety of a protector for once in her life. She needed to be held. In one fluid move she crushed herself against Lou, her breasts pressed into his chest. She adamantly ignored the flurry in her stomach that had nothing to do with the quaking ground. Heedless of what he might think of her actions, she wrapped her arms around Lou's neck and buried her face in his shoulder. His good arm encircled her, pulling. I took it from him and had another sip to add to my already drunk state. I went to the edge of the bed and lay on my back with my head hanging off the edge. One of the guys accepted my implicit invitation and brought his cock to my face while another went to my pussy and forced himself inside me. I let out a muffled moan as I sucked the dick.I went on my knees and decided to divide my attention by sucking all of them together, making sure to divide my attention equally. They played with my tits. I remember seeing your name on an appointment reminder for Mr. Wilcox.”“When was this?”“Last year, right after Mr. Wilcox found the body.”When she mentioned Percy finding a body, I thought I might find out more about Jake’s murder. “Body, what body?” I asked.“There was an old hermit that had been killed in a hunting accident. Mr. Wilcox was on an inspection tour when he found him.”“Really, what happened?”“Well, there were a lot of law enforcement people around. Mainly because it happened on.