The little soft water fingers turned into thick strong pulsating fingers. They scraped and shoved into her crotch making her buck and twist in pure se...sation overload. She grabbed the side of stall to keep herself upright, hearing herself escalate from moaning to grunting."Not so fast."She froze in mid grunt.A thick hand wrapped itself around her wrist on the stall.A leather band wrapped around her wrist and his other hand snapped it tight.She dropped the wand and reached for the strap, and a. It was good that we had rested ours and had better mounts. Finally, we looked back and saw that five of their riders had broken away from the pack.We didn’t stop, and they didn’t catch up either. The distance separating us was just too great, but our mounts would not keep this pace forever, so we needed to pull a Houdini and disappear for a while. We got past that little bend and near the hidden camp. Our Houdini was right there. We got to the second entrance and made our way quickly down it.. She was a little on the plain side and her frown made her look daunting.“Why would I want to talk to your very junior employee, Jerry?”“Very junior employees sometimes are not subjected to the same scrutiny as the people at the top, Donna. I shouldn’t have to tell you that. Jake, this is Donna Glenn. She’s the courthouse reporter for the Morning Journal.”She scowled but she handed Jake her business card.“Jake Fielding to see Mr. Cockrell.”The receptionist called right away.“He’s back, Mr.. 'Chinese food, ' he thought, 'would go nicely with a beer in front of the fire.' Mitch shook his head in regret; that little dream just wasn't in the cards for tonight. He turned on his computer, finishing off the pizza while it booted up. Mitch opened his messenger program, hoping to see his best buddy online. He enjoyed chatting with her and knew she would be good company between trick-or-treaters. Damn, Mitch swore silently, she wasn't there. Hoping she might show up later, Mitch left the.