"Not what you expected, huh?" I asked her. All she could do was nod fora moment."You look so different!" she finally said. "I mean, I never would have...uessed that you were Sarah Carerra if you hadn't told me." I'm going to take that as a compliment," I told her. "I don't want tobe recognized."She nodded, but didn't know what else to say."Have you had anything to eat?" I asked her. She shook her head."Don said that breakfast would be provided," she said and it was myturn to nod."Mom's making it. Karen is the woman that has been running the motel and she and I got to be pretty good friends. Karen said that everything goes well but wait till hunting season, that is when the fun begins and we all make alot of money. Hunting season began and the hotel was booked solid. I noticed alot of the local women running around at all hours and asked Karen about this. She said that the local men are out hunting somewhere else and the women are here getting fucked. Also the men leave tips that we. .?” I asked, confused.”Oh yes, Bob” Nikki purred. “We’ll just have to be discreet about it.”Thus began my lifelong connection with forbidden fruit. I suppose one’s early sexual experiences set the pattern for what turns one on, and to this day I love small tits (like Nikki’s), redheads and most of all the thrill of sneaking with another man’s wife (Nikki was ostensibly in a relationship with Tom Forbes, a college boy, Methodist and Eagle Scout who her mom Bertha wholeheartedly approved of.)So. ’ He walked around the desk and extended his hand to the owner of McGovern Investigations, and it seemed his father-in-law. ‘Please sit down, can I offer you a drink, coffee…?’ ‘Scotch on the rocks if you have it,’ the older man sat and looked around the office. ‘Nice place you have here, great view. And relax Devlin, you had no way of knowing when you first contacted me. I wasn’t even sure until I did some checking. I like knowing who I am doing business with and you came back exceptionally.