They were directed to meet the dock master at one of the berths by the gate guard that checked trucks in and out of the shipyards. When they arrived, ...hey found a harried looking man and no ship.“Where the hell did it go?” Whitaker said as soon as she got out of the car.“The captain changed their itinerary suddenly about three hours ago. They were already out of the port and miles offshore when your people called.”“Dammit,” she said and headed back to the car.“Did you see anything weird being. Christie could hear discrete conversation in Spanish coupled with laughter she knew was directed towards the little fit she had just thrown. A man began making his way from beneath an older model Chevy truck to cross the parking lot. He was not too tall, perhaps a few inches beneath six feet. His frame was smallish but it was clear that he had built up muscle from his profession. The nametag on his chest read Tito. In Christie’s rage she almost resented the way his eyes leered at her body,. Dave seemed to be so intent on his pleasure that he didn't notice me as I crossed the room to his bed, even when I sat on the edge of the bed he didn't react, but I had a sudden urge to take his prick in my mouth and make him cum. Leaning over I flicked my tongue across the tip of his prick, Dave gasped and the magazine dropped to the floor, licking his cap I looked at his face. At first he seemed frozen with shock, then his lips curled up in a smile as he watched my moving tongue. He moved his. "Had enough trouble with townspeople as it is." Ain't nobody even know we're here," Hanson told her. "And we won't be around long anyway. Sam's gone back to town to pick up my old man's truck and take it back to him. Then he's gonna bring all my things from home." He smiled and put his hand on Zeebee's shoulder. "We'll be leaving tomorrow for sure."The wrinkles on the old woman's face formed into what could pass for a smile. "I go get some food cooked. That girl looks skinnier than a fence.