Sue brought some Drambuee on the rocks and we continued our getting to know each other. Sue told me that after her husband died, she wasn't certain i... life was worth living any more. I explained that I understood and I felt the same way after my wife passed away. Maybe she was getting to know me. Maybe it was the liquor talking, but Sue told me that she wanted to get back in the game, but wasn't certain how to make the first move. I told her that I had the same problem until I met a very. ”Sarah’s eyebrows went up a little. She smiled at our visitor. “I don’t think I’ve ever met a private detective before, Mr. Dow.”“I’m just an old cop, Ms. Gabriel. Retired from the Atlanta PD. I have my own agency now -- a small one -- working out of Atlanta.”“He’s a modest old cop,” I said. “Mr. Dow was Chief of Detectives when he retired. He was highly recommended to me when I made some inquiries about retaining a detective.”“What’d he do for you, Marty? Investigate Mom and me?”“Not hardly. I. She subtlety pushed the hand away with hers, before allowing hers to continue onto his lap. She quickly felt him grow as she groped his crotch. She smiled, watching him tense as her slim fingers gently pulled his at his fly. Pulling him out of his jeans wasn’t easy, he was bigger than she first thought, alot bigger. Her cheeks flushed as she decided that it was better to just go all in. Her head turned towards Katie sitting next to her, she lent in a whispered to her what she was doing. Her. We only bought a few groceries at each stop so as not to draw attention to the fact that we were prepared for the long haul.There was a lot of firewood, the fuel tank was full of gasoline, and the ammunition locker was intact. I checked the well, the outhouse, the propane stove and the propane refrigerator. I started the fridge and told the girls to put the perishable foods in it, I told the guys to stack the rest of the stuff alone a wall, and then I loaded a few guns and put then in the rack.