To know if there was business on her business trips. And what kind of business. I had to know how long her lunch breaks were and how much of it was lu...ch.So I started digging into her schedules. I found out there wasn't one. There was no system in her late nights. The travels really seemed business-linked, at least in her reasoning and the stories she brought home. She talked about her destinations and the clients and projects involved. As often as not her boss was involved. Sometimes she went. Itold him I wanted his old truck when I got my license.Daddy's old truck is in the barn now, he had it overhauled for me, I'llbe eighteen next week, and I go to Colorado after that and get myoperation. I can't wait. Daddy says he'll meet there before I go in formy surgery. I fly out of Casper and into Denver. Then I have to take abus to the clinic.That was the last entry in the diary. It was dated a week before thedate on her tombstone. I flipped back thinking I'd seen another entry.Daddy met. She was as wet as any woman I had known and covered my face with her juices. I nibbled and probed with my tongue until she went rigid and quivered intensely.Next I knew Gwen was above me inserting me into herself. Sabrina bent over and took Gwen into her own mouth as Gwen set to a rhythm with me as deep into her as possible. Momentarily Gwen shuddered and exploded all over Sabrina's face and my own belly. Sabrina pleasured herself cleaning Gwen and myself before rising up and kissing Gwen and. "Plus tax. Eighty-seven cents total."She gave the old man a dollar and left the pennies he offered in changelying on the counter, took her purchase and hurried out of the mall. Shealmost looked back to see if the odd little storefront had disappearedbehind her as soon as she got out of it.The wizard watched her go, satisfied that he had found just the item tosolve her problem. He had known he had it in the shop, but of course hecould have made one if he hadn't. A nightlight was such a simple.