“This is John and Holly” Lindsey said. “Hi” Cloey said, opening a locker. She stood there confident in herself. “So do you guys like fuck al... the time?” Ashley asked. “Well yeah” Holly said. I just smiled. “So do you guys like have sex in here all the time?” I asked, trying to mimic the way they were quizzing us. “Sometimes” Lindsey said. My jaw dropped. “Really” I asked. “Yeah” Lindsey said. “Like all of you, or just two or three?” I asked. All four girls looked at me deviously but offered no. Matt’s really not as asshole, he’s a low grade cretin prick whose idea of a good time is sitting in the break room telling his buddies how much his Italian wife, Andrea, likes to be fucked in the ass. Sometimes, he illustrates his tales with Polaroids of her face down and cum smeared butt up. Why she stays married to the shit head is a mystery. It probably has to do with her desire to feed and clothe their three sons. My name is Detective Lieutenant Simon Westbrook. I work in the. Unless anyone had any wares to sell, the townguard cared little who entered or left. Weapons were not forbidden on thefrontier, in fact the guard welcomed travelers who could defendthemselves. From one of the lead wagons, a tall, muscular woman jumpednimbly off the side, not even bothering to thank the wagon's owner for theride. She peered up at the sun, still climbing towards its mid-day apex,and yet not giving off much heat. The air was high and clear, and stilltinged with the frost of last. "Thank you," Lynn and Mrs. Brown replied at the same time."Hurry up Lynn," Mrs. Brown said, urging her daughter toward the front door, "since we have to replace your whole wardrobe we're going to be in the stores for hours. "Leroy, I'll pick something up for dinner on our way home." Ok mom," Leroy said, rushing to hold the door open for the two of them, they both gave him a knowing wink as they passed him."Don't do anything I wouldn't do," Lynn said, patting her bare midriff when she didn't.