The closest thing to a schedule I could manage was to constantly work mash. Work two barrels of mash at a time. It was still working my ass off with b...rely enough time to gather the ingredient. Even so I fell back into that routine. It still left me with enough spare time to do some things.After three weeks it began to look like the Dobson PD wasn't going to tie me to the missing drug gang. I had though a few days earlier that I might have wasted the retainer I had paid Rita. As everyone knows. Once she was certain the coast was clear, she sat on the edge of one of the chairs and pulled her skirt up over her knees, exposing her panty-covered crotch. She reached down and pulled one side of those panties asside, exposing her slit, already dripping with anticipation of first contact, and softly called Trooper over to her. Once he was between her legs she grabbed his head and pulled it towards her slit, rubbing his nose on her for the first time."Oooooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. "I'm John. You must be Doe." I am. You must be my long lost uncle. It's a pleasure to meet you, Uncle John," she says, kissing me on the lips and wrapping her arms around me."The pleasure's mine," I say, returning the kiss and hug. "Now how about we go to the bar and get to know each other better?" Sure," she replies, winking at me. "I know what you want from the look in your eyes." Grabbing my hand, she leads me to the bar and orders a drink for her, and I order a rum and coke. I get a better. Jeff's plan was to tell his wife he had an emergency meeting in the afternoon. He would leave after the meeting and arrive later that evening at the beach to join them. The time also worked for Vickie. She knew her husband would be at work until around 6pm. She would have the entire afternoon together with Jeff. As they were leaving, she mentioned to him that she was on the pill again. He smiled and his already semi-hard dick swelled in his pants in the middle of the grocery store. He could not.