She didn’t move a muscle. “I wanted to suggest that we all go to Carmine’s for dinner tomorrow. I’d love to just treat everyone, but I can’t...afford it by myself. Would you ... um ... chip in?”“Sounds like fun,” I said, quickly sketching the way her left knee was bent over the right leg and her head rested on her hand. “What’s the occasion?”“Tony?” she got up and walked over to me.“No! Oh. I didn’t take a reference shot. That was a great pose.”“I’m sorry, Tony.” She was almost hyperventilating. Some of the country boy clubs were worse than the militia groups, at least the militia had a semblance authoritarian structure. The country boys would just kowtow to the biggest and baddest fucker in the group.This time, they were investigating a smaller militia group in southern Indiana just north of Evansville, about four and a half hours South of his childhood home in Fort Wayne. They had been watching them closely for the past eleven months. The Americans For the Protection Of The People,. ...let me know, and we'll get another sample." Er,.. ok mom," I said. My dick was already moving like a snake under my gown, but it wasn't quite semi-hard yet. I didn't think it would be long though.Mom walked over to the fridge, opened the large door and bent down to pick something up from the lower shelves. Fuck! Her ass was poking out back towards me, the soft fabric of her shorts stretching and pulling even tighter into and between her butt cheeks, so that her ass looked even hotter, if. On a typical Saturday we would go to the George Adams Bar in the basement of the Hilton Hotel for Happy Hour between 5pm and six then walk up George Street to The Fortune Of War, a pub in The Rocks claiming to be Sydney’s oldest, when the alcohol got expensive at the George Adams. After getting something to eat, I would usually head back to school in time for curfew. This wasn’t a typical Saturday however.It started as usual, but after a little while at The Fortune Of War Fiona soon let me know.