I didn’t realize that I had stayed till sunset. I finished up a few things , locked up and stopped by the hardware store on the way home. I had them...make a new house key. It was about time Lindsey had her own. When I got home Lindsey texted me. Lindsey :thanks for answering my dads texts last night: Me :it’s no trouble, did you talk?: Lindsey : just a little, He is to involved with work now I don’t think he cares anymore:Me :that’s great. I have something for you next time we get. An image of red boots and proud outhrust breasts and that wild red hair, identical in shade to her own, swept through her. Her clit throbbed in the way it used to do when she'd caught a glimpse of tongue stud.Dress like a hooker?Well... Wasn't there a reason? It was a party after all. Why not. Why not!That night, on the way home, she drove slowly through the red light district, drinking in the details, making mental notes, of the girls, the way they walked, the way they moved. The way. ‘Bugger,’ I thought to myself, ‘Jan’s the one I really want to fuck. I’ve only been in her pussy for half a minute and now it looks like I have to fuck Sally. This sure isn’t the way I would script this movie.’Jan had taken advantage of my surprise; my nipple was still smarting, and she had scooted from under me. ‘Take off your shift and lie on the rug, we’ll soon have you nice and wet.’ Sally didn’t need telling twice. She pulled her shift over her head and dropped it to the floor. Hooking her. At the mall, we entered through the main entrance and talked to an FBI agent directing the traffic of searchers. I asked if the food court had been checked thoroughly and his response was, "Yeah, we looked over there and found nothing."I told Sandy, the two likely areas would be the food court or the rest rooms. Let's go take a closer look at the food court. We needed to find this quickly, since if ten o'clock came around and no news of the first bomb became apparent, the bombers would know we.