Perhaps honest, undisguised hatred was a way to get to him. Thinking of the other characterizations, Genevieve reasoned that Greg would not think such...hatred possible. Instead of ignoring it, he might just try to eradicate it. Nothing else had worked. What was there to lose? Money was not an issue, as usual."Will you take the case?" Genevieve asked."No." No? Then why are you here? You would take that check under false pretenses?" What have I said from the very first?" Robin demanded. "I never. .. today was not race-day and crossing the landing zone was at a bare minimum. Junior is an excellent pilot. She knew to buzz the lane first.The Coast Guard abandoned the Pentwater Lifeboat Station in 1965 and no longer keep a crew at Pentwater so the Oceana County Sheriffs Department keeps a seasonal boat at the Village Docks. They keep the fishing folks out of the landing zone ... mostly. There is always someone ... part of Murphy’s Law ... don’t you know. Today was no exception. Junior .... She asked why I went and I replied “simply”.It was around 3 o’clock and I took one strong beer for her and 1 peg whisky for me. I can read a clear naughty mood on her face and we started to chat in general topics. Suddenly I noticed that she was wearing only one front open loose shirt and midi type bottom with no inner wears….By this time she had her first glass so fast and I was just sipping my glass.She was in the mood of drinks and I just walked near her and cupped her boobs over the shirt. MMMMMMMM" at the top of her lungs. Her body trembled and shook as I sucked and licked at her clit and plunged my thumb into her pulsating cunt. She finally stopped cumming, regaining control of her body, her chest heaving and hanging her head in shame at her body’s reaction to my invading touch. I allowed her feet to fall to the grass and grabbed at her breasts as I stood up, sucking a nipple into my mouth and pulling one of her legs over my hip. I tilted her chin up and pressed my lips to her.