His face hardened as he clutched my elbow, and I winced at the pain. Damn, but his grip hurt. "I am the boss here, and you're gonna have to listen to ...e, not the other way around, you hear?" What happened to you, Daddy? Why are you talking like this?" Oh, and I don't give a damn about your sympathy either. Just because I lost my job doesn't mean that I'm useless, you understand that. And I'm drunk because I happen to like it, not because some college-freak has got my fucking job. He would come up from behindme and run his hand under my skirt… feeling my moist pussy…slipping a finger in… he wanted to bend me over the counter andfuck me but I told him to wait.We ate dinner and as we finished, I took my husband by the hand andbrought him to the living room and sat him on the couch. I whisperedin his ear that I had a story for him. I kissed his ear and neck andstarted to take his cock out of his pants. I stroked him and started totell him the story about the boy next door.. After a general breakfast and banter, Cindy opened up a conversation. "So, how is retirement treating you?" Not too bad. Working here is more fun then running down felons. And the benefits are pretty good." Vicky replied."Vicky, how would someone provide evidence anonymously to the police department? Something that might help the investigation of a murder?" Carla asked.Sensing that this was a touchy subject. "Off the record, police have tips all the time. It is when it becomes the pivotal piece. 'Well, I'm just finishing up. How about you come upstairs for a smoke; play some games?' 'Sounds good. How much do I owe you for the cut?' 'Forget about.' Said the hairdresser casually, 'Let's go upstairs.' They sat on the sofa and the hairdresser, whom James still didn't know the name of, sparked up a spliff and sat next to James. 'Damn!' Said the hairdresser, 'This is good shit.' After the first few hits James was on a different planet - he'd never smoked anything this strong before and was.