Also, he runs the only honest crap game down on the Sand Bar." Okay, Leroy, tell him to come in and talk to me," Harley said. "Milt, you know anybody ...e might be able to use?" Well, there is a man who was driving corn whiskey for the late sheriff. He made deliveries between here and Enid, mostly. He's got to be the toughest man I ever met, next to you Harley. He's honest and don't chase around on his wife. And he needs a job; he's got a family to feed.The feds took his car away from him so he's. The sex got hotter and so did she. She would almost cum at the mention of a big black man riding her. Of course, this only made me hotter. Over the same period, we discussed both of us being able to fulfill sexual fantasies as long as remained open and honest with one another. We then began to set some rules to play by for both of us. I asked her if she had anyone in mind that she wanted to sleep with and, of course, she said yes. She had taken a liking to a black man that she worked with.. Since I was by the window I became aware of Larry G.'s farther as he stumbled to the door of the house. Larry G.'s mother met him at the door and admonished him for coming home plastered and reminded him that their was company in the house. I heard her storm off and a door slam and heard Mr. G. as he came back out on the porch and smoke a pipe. It was some times later that I heard Mr. g. rise and come inside, after awhile the door to our room opened and closed, I thought it was nice for Mr. G.. I felt my body being pulled this way and that. I felt anxious asit was happening and stirred. 'Stay still my little one,' the gypsy hagsaid, 'the spell is working; rest and you will be fine.' The cover tothe wagon flew open and the police entered. 'Where is he?' a mandemanded. 'Who?' the woman asked. 'The murderer, where is he?' the manasked as he threw the woman aside."The old woman changed her voice with each character going from obviouslygruff policeman to a shrill gypsy."'I don't know what.