He took her face in his hands, gently drawing it to his, their mouths meeting, tongues softly parting lips and dancing with each other, their love jui...es mixing in their mouths. They pressed their bodies close up against each other, her head settling under his chin on his broad chest as her full warm breasts pressed against him. He breathed in the scent of her hair as he made long soft caresses down her head, neck and along her spine to her butt cheeks then back up again. Her arm reached over. "Hello Gazette newspapers." Hi, may I speak to Fred Kirk?" Hey is this Shay? Betty Langston from school. It sounds like you." Shay really had no desire to gossip with Betty. She had been ok but not exactly a friend. No need to give her the scoop."I really need to speak to Fred." Fred Kirk was an older local reporter. Mostly assigned to local crimes, he'd been the one to write the missing girl story."OK, I understand. I'll get him." A moment or two..."Fred Kirk. Is this Shay? Shay Benson?" Yes. " Hubert though he knew my name, Matthew, and often I have seen naked, I was always called Laura. I have not had time to answer the house phone Hubert Peter began to ring. "Laura is definitely going to answer that Peter" said Hubert and I already had the phone in his hand. Peter gave me a long series of provisions in regard to the management of the home several times talking about said "our house" and other things that I had been spoken by Hubert. Before closing the conversation Peter made ​​me. Luckily I had enough cash on me. I found out later my account had been closed due to nonpayment. I sort of just blew it off as someone else was on my mind.Come Monday afternoon as the bar didn’t open till 4 now. I dropped my daughter off at her grandma and went to work. I sat in my office going over the books. I shook my head from side to side. Even with a good weekend, the bar was barely turning a profit. This also meant my own personal debt was climbing as well.I decided I needed a drink. I.