I hope you get them all.”He shook my hand and Agent Wilson called us to come over by the Suburban. He smirked, “Ole Mitch is like an old woman, ya...ping incessantly. Did he give you the papers?”I waved the packet that Mitch gave me and nodded. Agent Wilson called out, “Carol, Steve, Art, get over here and switch shirts with these guys.”They looked a little embarrassed, “Here?”Wilson chuckled, ‘Yeah, come on, were in a bit of a hurry. Charlie, would you three mind swapping your shirts with these. The sun hurt my eyes. The heat was too much today."Hey, Tony was it?" I grabbed the arm of a man on the labor team. "I'm going to be in the truck let anyone know if they want me." Sure." With a nod Tony went on his way.I climbed in the truck and turned it on, I pulled the door closed but didn't slam it. Thank God for bench seats, I thought and lay out on seat, letting the A/C cool my body. I'd parked in the shade of a giant oak and the truck cooled quickly. I closed my eyes and sighed.I wonder. We get out of your car and you bend me over your driver seat and smack my ass over and over till I beg you to just fuck me. With that, you pull back a bit and then shove your raging hard dick into my tight pussy and begin to tear it up. You have one hand in my hair while the other is on my hip as to give added thrust when pushing back in and I'm holding on to the edge of the seat, trying to stay as still as possible, moaning and screaming for you to fuck me harder, smack my ass. You pull me up. The FBI doesn't make a big case of it, since after all no one was killed, but at least Victor is now a Federal fugitive. Photos of Victor are plastered everywhere, with the usual information on what numbers to call.The third day.They're edging down the hall toward the elevators. The doctors want Anne to walk but she's awfully weak, so they go slowly, she still swaying a little on those spindly legs. Geoffrey holds the wheeled IV bag cart to one side, the tube crossing behind his back. He pulls.