Please, take your hands off of me. I don’t want to do this.”I took a fistful of her blond hair and used it to push her face down onto the wooden d...ning room table. “Now stay there. Do not move.” I took a step back. With her dress being so short and no panties, I could barely see her pussy lips poking out from underneath. I wanted to see more. Taking a grip of her dress, I hiked it up to the small of her back. Now I could see her naked ass in all it’s glory.I ran my hands over her butt, kneading. The pain of the hit to my face was forgotten and red fringed my vision. A very cold and dangerous part of my mind that was normally silent whispered to me in a calm almost detached voice, "you're not going to take that". I leapt to my feet and charged at Trisha angrier than I had ever been before, I could have cooked her from the inside out but I wanted to do this up close and personal. Some of her hench girls tried to stop me but in my anger I threw them out of my way without a thought. Trisha. My goal was to get here early, unload the food, set up the grills, get them lit, and then turn everything over to the next shift. That way, I could go and watch my husband run the race. Then I could sit with him while we were at the car show.My phone rang and I answered it angrily, hoping it was Terry."What? Where are you?" I growled into the phone."Hi, Mom. I love you too," said Sherry my oldest daughter, with a heavy dose of sarcasm in her voice."Sorry I bit your head off, Honey," I said.. ”The sheriff detective in the middle, who had been introduced as Vern Martin, pushed the data binder and file tablets across the table to place them closer to the agents. “Our hearts and souls go into every case we investigate. Feel free to go through our files with a fine-tooth comb. You won’t find any deficiencies or neglect anywhere.”Tyler pulled the stack of electronic reports over in front of himself and said, “We’re not looking to judge anybody’s work. We would appreciate your feel for.