" I'm working a full day Saturday, unfortunately. I'm covering for someone on vacation. Lucky girl is on a cruise in the Bahamas. Why don't we plan on...Friday morning?" Great. Meet me here for breakfast?"She laughed. "Are you trying to fatten me up?" Hell no! You're perfect just as you are. I'll go a bit lighter this time, okay?" Okay, I trust you. I'll see you Friday morning at our usual eight-thirty."I liked the sound of that conversation. She was still acting like last weekend wasn't some. Confirmation bias be damned.When Clint visited Kansas City, he slept, by himself, in one of our Murphy beds. Perhaps irrationally, I took that as a sign he really did care for me. Travel all this way and not score any pussy.So, two separate cases, two maybe-clues.The more tenuous of the two was the book I’d spotted in Pewtie’s apartment.Although, the single word in the Blowtorch video wasn’t all that strong either.Clint had called the family meeting, but that didn’t mean that we wouldn’t enjoy. Licking her lips clean, she softly stroked Baxter’s still hard cock as she sat on the Hay-covered ground and looked around. Lightening was now eating some of the loose Hay where Baxter had been licking her pussy. Struck by inspiration, she let go of Baxter’s cock, stood up and walked over to Lightening, placing a hand on his hind quarters to let the grazing a****l know she was there. She crouched down and saw what she wanted… Lightning’s cock, massive, thick and still limp. She reached out and. Chapter 21I'm back home in Melbourne by late Monday night. It's hard to believeit's still the same day. A day that had started in my hotel in Sydney,checking out with brand new coloured and styled hair. A day that hadthen involved a trip to the Blue Mountains and a visit to a magic shop.(For want of a better name.) Topped off with a visit to my childhoodhome in Wullendonga, where my actions forced a man to try and killhimself.And even more startling is that it was only really 5 or 6 days ago.