“Chris, if anything happens to anyone of them, you’re suspect number one.”, he said in an informative tone. “Only if there are witnesses, dete...tive.”, I replied, turning and walking away.For the next month or so, I did nothing but train and work. I didn’t go out of the house with the exception of the grocery store twice. Lexie and I talked on the phone a few times, but I restrained from mentioning the trial at all. To her credit, she never brought it up, but I was not sure if that was good or. It's alright, they are friendly." She heard footsteps entering the garage before four people in full camouflage came into view. Although their hands were empty they were all armed. Two had what looked like M16's strapped across their chest, while the other two had a smaller gun she had seen in movies, but did not know what it was called. Finally Junior came into view, his rifle carried casually in his hand, barrel pointed at the ground. Seeing she maintained her position at the corner, her. I guess that sometimes you just can't win, but with Sara sitting in my lap, I didn't mind very much.The Thanksgiving dinner was a reasonably nice event. All of us were at ease with each other, and it didn't seem to bother Sara's mother that my aunty was a lesbian - nor did that fact that her daughter was having sex with me. After the dinner, and quite a lot of wine, my aunty talked about the cases she had been working on, and how she had merged them to one single case. She had been in contact. "your knee Sir.." Bullshit!" She interrupted, reaching down to stroke his chin lovingly beneath her heavy, merciless knee, "I mean a few seconds ago, when you realized that I was going to make you lick my shoes clean." her voice pitched higher in irritation as she put more weight on his temple, "In the moment you realized that your mistress's lovely high-heeled boot was going inside your clit licker, whether you liked it or not. No matter what you did, or said, or how much you begged or cried.