"Betty, I'm going to have to show Hy the pictures and tell him everything," Ed told her, "Are you OK with that?"Betty nodded her head. She dreaded hav...ng to see the pictures again, but she knew that Ed was trying to make sure that she could put this all behind her. She was learning to trust Ed's judgment.At 38 years old, Hy Symington was one of the best and most feared investigative reporters in the country. He had broken several politicians' careers and was respected all over the country.. "We'd gone to full-speed, around 100,000 times normal. We could spend ayear on it and it would only be a few minutes in normal time.What Peeler wanted was for us to figure out a way to either legallyinform the cops or put the dealer away in some other way.Easiest would be for him to tell us and one of us leak it, but thatwasn't an option. Peeler got his job because of his profound respectfor the law, he'd been a by-the-book cop when alive.We only gave it two days, there really was no way. There were dozens of Inca ruins that had not been noted in the travel handbooks.This was Jenny's first trip since her daughter had been born, and was soon feeling uncomfortable around the guide. Raul had a stare as cold at the Andes wind. He was blatant about it; never politely looking away when she caught him starring. Raul had not seen Joe's wife in many years. The young awkward duckling had blossomed into the white swan. While most women who had turned forty were past their prime, Jennifer. Should we tell her?” Mom’s finger fluttered faster on the sole of my foot.My cousin let out a loud moan like she was trying to shout, “Yes!”Her thighs rubbed on mine. She humped against me, our clits sliding past each other. Our little buds kissed. Pleasure surged through me. She felt so naughty beneath me. Our breasts, hers rounder and softer than mine, pressed tight. Our nipples tingled as they brushed each other. I moaned, staring into her blue eyes.My sister’s eyes!“Mmm, Father, you made.