“Grateful Dead song.”“Which song’s that? Sing it.”He glared. She gave him a coquettish smile that pretty much said, “You’re going to do ...hatever I want, so let’s not kid ourselves,” and took her ass up to the second floor on his cock, paused, but wait, forgot something down at the lobby, down again, got it!, then back up.“Um, can I?” he asked. “Don’t we have to pay royalties or something? I’m not sure how copyright law works with Lush stories. Also, is something buzzing?”Chi did a quick mental. I was bruised from the top of my left shoulder across both boobs and my upper stomach and hip. The shoulder strap and seatbelt had done a number on me.I drove one of the unmarked cars to KCC and was doubly cautious. I did stop and pick up several different papers at the new 7-11. The front page of all of them was about the accident. There were statements from Jeff's family and friends and speculation from all directions. Duke was blaming everyone, including me.Bob Jackson was in my office. Her mom answered the door and ushered him in, explaining as she did that Paula and Mr. Noonan were out and not expected back for hours.Mrs. Noonan could have passed for Paula's elder sister, and Steve noticed she was looking particularly fetching that day in a peach-colored man's shirt tied in a floppy bow above her taut midriff and tight white shorts cut to reveal as much as possible of her long, tanned legs."Nervous about the big day?" Mrs. Noonan had him put the supplies with the other. David looped the steel noose over his neck and tightened it so that there was a little slack (enough for a finger). When he was certain that it was secure and that Tony could not unfasten it without any tools, he stepped away from the boy.With the boy well secured, he cut the cable ties holding his hands behind his back, and re-secured them in front, so that he would have some use for them."Tony, here are the rules. You are going to be my guest down here until I can figure out what to do with.