”“Morning Tom.”The two walked back to the office where Tom told sheriff Keyes all about his stay at the Canady Ranch. Tom told him about the rac... and then told him about the pitch fork he found in his bedroll.“Tom why did you feel that you needed to sleep in the loft and rig your bedroll up like that anyway?”“Well, I just had a funny feeling about sleeping in that barn, you know how sometimes you just do things without thinking?”“Yep, but you say that the only thing that happened out there was. But that’s not what this is about. In my half arsed state I rolled over and looked at my phone, that was buzzing in a fairly irritating way next to my ear. ‘You have one text message.’ It happily vibrated….far too chirpy for that time of the….well nearly afternoon. ‘Hey, could you send me your address please?’ Now on a normal monday this text would send me into panic…what’s so important it can’t be emailed, why write to me, when you can call etc…and then I realised. Tuesday was Valentine’s. ” She felt a tongue flick against it and gasped. “Oh, do you like that?”“Yes.” ‘THWACK,' she received a stinging spank.“Yes, Coach. Coach Natasha. Do it again please.” ‘SLAP,’ another one, this time right on her quivering little entrance. “Oh, you meant the tongue didn’t you, my bad.” Then she finally started rimming Stacey like she had been starving for her ass, pushing her tongue in as far as she could, then flicking and teasing the hole with the tip of it. Then penetrating it again.. Have a seat."She was very friendly and had a nice smile, which put me at ease. She offered a beer, and I accepted. I noticed five or six empties in the trashcan nearby.The afternoon was pleasant. Wanda had two girls, and the absent one's name was Libby. Rick, Wanda's husband, worked the oil fields in Dickinson, two weeks on followed by a week off. Wanda liked not having him underfoot all the time, she said, and the kids behaved better when he wasn't around.The three girls splashed in the pool.