Say, Sarah, kids, I don't want to put a damper on this evening's festivities by reminding you about what happened this morning, but Sgt Raymers—he's...the chief NCO in the investigations unit—wanted to tell me what they found out about the kidnapers. He's supposed to come over at about 6:30 to talk to me but he said you can hear this too if you want." Yes, I want," Roger said, and everyone else chimed in to agree.As they were eating, Sarah asked Tom about his family."Well, I'm sort of a military. ‘Don’t say another word!’ I threatened him. ‘One more word and I’m turning this car around.’ ‘You don’t understand,’ he said, beginning to laugh. ‘I don’t want to understand.’ ‘I think you do.’ ‘Fuck what you think, Lerner! One more word and I’ll pound your face in!’ He said simply, ‘She said no, because she likes you so much.’ * * * I had lost forty dollars. Aaron had won eighty. His horse was running next. ‘Do I bet him?’ I asked. ‘I’m betting to win, but that’s your call, Rob.’ I put down. Again I looked to my left and there stood Carrie. She asked if she could cuddle again. This time though she had a short nightgown on that was almost see through and with the light behind her I could see she was not wearing a bra and her panties were white cotton with pink around the waste band and the leg holes. I told her okay and she started to crawl in but this time she lay on top of me and wiggled her butt on to my hardening dick until it fit like a hotdog into a bun. She laid her head back. So that was a nice change indeed. Then, from helping one of the men carry the futon, I thought I saw our new neighbour. He was gorgeous, from where I was standing. About 5’7 and 160 lbs. His hair appeared to be medium brown, short and wavy. He was wearing an R.E.M t shirt and a pair of Bermuda shorts. That brief fantasy of me talking to him was soon cut short my my over-processing and realistic brain. Forget it girl, he’s probably married. I soon had forgot about it and sauntered off to the.