That could narrow the paper chase down. But first I’ll check on the date of her papers, that should tell us.”Parallel to Cathy’s digital efforts... I went old school. Daddy. He gave me a Madison number to call, “Artie Kowlinski. Good guy. Smart. I met him at an FBI profiling session.”Mr. Kowlinski remembered Daddy. Most people on both sides of the law do.“I’m retired now, hon, but I still know a few people. How is Dave, anyway? Still taking kickbacks?”“As many as he can grab. He wants to retire. I had put on that costume of Rita's and when I arrived at their house I remember dropping to all fours and then acting like her dog, even walking on all fours over to the Cohen's. Everyone treated me like a dog and talked to me like a dog and scratched me behind the ears like a dog. Then I remembered kissing Rita as I stood up and then dropping to all fours and then I was on a platform with my hands and feet clipped into position and something spreading my legs. I remembered now that my tits. As I started moving forward, Paul grabbed the back of my shorts and pulled me backwards the thirty or so feet into his shed. When we got inside he pulled my shorts down to my ankles and pushed me forward onto his workbench burying his face between my cheeks. I’m always amazed at just how good it feels to have someone lick you in those most intimate areas and god did it feel good. After a few minutes of sloppy tonguing and nibbling, Paul pulled his face out and slid his cock in til his hips. ”“That slogan is still stupid.” Darren finished drying the pipe with his last clean rag and was now filing it down with sandpaper. “But yeah, Little Mike convinced us we could make some good money doing it. We learned a ton about construction from the Corps.”“Easy money in electrical. That’s what he always used to say.”“Yeah, he did.” Darren smeared epoxy over the hole, making sure it was sealed along the edges. Triple checking the pipe for moisture, he used a couple small pieces of electrical.