In addition to all the Nat-a-gee refugees, I insisted that my entire crew of companions, as well as my parents and my dad’s companions, be present o... this journey. I couldn’t explain to them why they all had to be there, and several of them complained that we should have left one or two behind with the children, instead of forcing the kids to take such a long voyage. I ended up telling them that this had something to do with my work and that they all needed to be there to support me. That shut. “Oh shit you do that so good! Harder baby…suck my pussy harder!” My lips closed around her clit. I sucked her like a vacuum with my tongue beating at her swollen button. I ran my fingers under her and traced the crack of her ass to her slit. She let out a loud moan when I entered her with two fingers. “Yesssssssssss! Damn it! Fuck me!” she wailed, as her knees trembled. Allie was fucking my fingers harder from her perch on the ottoman. It was all I could do to keep my tongue and mouth on her. "I don't know that they're open," I offered as we pulled up outside a nondescript metal farm shed. "It'll be all right," Katie replied, unbuckling her seatbelt. "We order heaps of wine off these guys for the restaurant. They won't mind." “Okay, you go ahead. I’ll try and give Melissa another call.” I flicked and tapped my iPhone until the trill of my wife’s dial tone crackled through the car’s Bluetooth. Looking over the dash, I watched Katie skip off into the shed to find someone. My eyes fell. Seventy-seven pages all because of one lie. Seventy-seven pages that contain hole-y information. Seventy-seven pages that I, as well as many others, would love to burn if it would help. Seventy-seven pages that have helped to put an innocent man in jail. Every two weeks I walk down a frightening hallway. It’s cold, sterile. The walls and floors are icy white, broken only by a few pale blue tiles and safety-orange collapsible rubber doorstops. It could easily be in a horror movie. Or a nightmare.