It came to a head one night, after I'd been gone on business for three days. They wanted to go with me, but I told them I needed to focus, and couldn'... seem to focus on anything else when they were near. It was exactly the right thing to say, because they smiled and told me they'd be waiting.There was a knock on my door. Cathy walked in when I opened it, carrying a small bag. I raised an eyebrow in question."I won the toss, so I'm going to be with you tonight. Tory will get you tomorrow. We. ”Emma’s gaze swung out the windows to see if anyone would be able to see us. Not that it would have mattered one way or the other to Jess. My ass lifted off the seat.Sitting up, my crotch was now easily visible to anyone looking. Realizing that, Emma rapidly yanked my shorts down to my ankles and I quickly sat back down.Emma stared at my hard rod, sticking straight up in the back of the car. We both just sat there and Jess sighed loudly.“God, do I need to write you guys a script? Emma, play. Machinery was something he just understood. All he had to do was examine it, and he could learn to work it or, if it didn’t work anymore, he could puzzle out what it would take to make it work again. With half the adult male population off fighting a war, when Joe landed in the heartland of the American Midwest farming region, he was a very welcome man indeed. Men were needed for helping with the work.And, as it turned out, his personality, which was quiet, sweet, and honest, made him welcome. Another two months in pain, or worse? What the hell could be done to stop this guy?Detective Lofthouse pulled a photograph from a manila envelope. It was a picture of blonde-haired young man with a brush cut, square jaw, and penetrating blue eyes. He was dressed in desert battle fatigues. Just looking at the picture you could get a sense of his size and strength."We have an all points bulletin out on him. Last we know, he was driving a desert-sand-colored 1983 Chevy pickup with a crudely drawn.