The story indeed explained little, beyond Emma Majeski's name, age and occupation, but Sam knew from the phone messages on his desk that the Journal-H...rald and all its local electronic brethren were feverishly looking for more.Sam called Deputy Hugh Fulcher into his office and asked him to clear time for the following day to work on the Majeski murder. "I've got a strong lead, but no clear way, yet, to focus on a suspect," Sam told him. "I'll run it down for you in the morning, at the same time. ”He reddened as he went to help Michaels. I looked at the open mouthed commander, “Someone was and is watching commander.”He nodded as he looked around and I sighed, “After this long with no word our marshal may be dead.”He sighed and nodded, “We think so too.”I gestured and began walking toward the slid out to our vehicle, “After we have a talk with the watcher and look at the vids we will know more.”The commander nodded and glanced back at Michaels carrying the man, “How did you know he was. " "Of course not sir." Carl said as he shook in his seat. Thanks to thewind outside, he re-tucked his manhood in his briefs, now makinghimself uncomfortable. "If you don't mind, I'd like to get my booksfrom the library and start attending classes." "Very good." On the way toward the library, Carl moved into the ladies\bathroom. There he slipped into a stall, raised his skirt, fixed histuck and smoothed the skirt out again. He stepped out of the stalland found he wasn't alone. A red head and a. He was following her not-so-silent directions perfectly, doing what he was needed to keep those mewls, groans, squeals, and unbelievably sexy moans coming from Lacey.With the same inherent deft he showed earlier, he divested Lacey of her lacy underwear, slipping them off her shaky legs. Radney stands up to shed his own clothing as Lacey breathes deep, gazing at him beneath fluttering eyelids, taking in the view she couldn’t believe was hers for the night. Beneath his once crisp, now wrinkled.