"Yes. Someone destined to be buried by the state, county or some city. Someone who otherwise would have wound up in a pauper's grave. There's always a... least one of those in most any morgue." We shouldn't get the body from the Atlanta area," Grigsby offered. "I could..." No ... you handle the problems here. I'll put someone else on the body and funeral. If I get caught withholding information from my boss, there's always retirement," he said with a macabre grin. Whatley looked at his watch.. Kathy and Sandra came into the kitchen with t-shirts and very short shorts on. Every time they would walk around I could see their tits jiggle, I could just make out their pussy lips looking at their crotches. I was sitting at the table trying not to spill my coffee into my lap. I had come out with my baggy shorts on and no underwear. While watching all my women prance around and inadvertently tease me into a state of half arousal. I thought it could only get better if one of them would suck me. " You look like you're enoying yourself ". Huh, what the .... Glancing around I can't see where the voice is coming from, there wasn't much in the way of street lighting. " Nice cock, lots of piss, care for some company? " A face appeared from round a nearby tree! Then this old bloke stepped out with his pants round his ankles and he's sporting a hard-on! " Don't mind me, just out or a spot of fresh air ... and a bit of fun if you get my drift. Nice night for it ". Fuck, it wasn't exactly the. I watched her walk over to the bar and figured this was as good a time as any to make my move. I followed her and sat down next to her.“I’ll have what she’s having, and put it on my tab,” I said casually.The bartender chuckled and handed us each a glass of ice, “It’s on the house.”I felt a little awkward but tried to play it cool. “Cheers,” I said and clinked my glass against hers.“You’re a funny guy,” she said. “Looking to get lucky?”“Just being friendly,” I lied.She raised an eyebrow, “Didn’t.