‘Could we stop in Sandpoint and get my stuff?’ she asked, still weeping softly. ‘No problem babe. I’ll be right there with you.’ They were o...f to Sandpoint. She pointed to a little house up on a hill. ‘That’s it,’ she told Jethro, ‘What are you gonna do? Ralph’s kind of mean.’ ‘I really hope so. I can’t wait to ask him for your things.’ Jethro smiled. They pulled up in front of the house. A guy came out the front door. ‘Who are you and what do you want?’ he shouted. Jethro got out of the. She had no idea if it was even possible, but she imagined opening her legs and having to push out this immense ball, her fingers played and scratched as her mind raced away, all the while the car cruised along. The painted lines blurring in front of her as she got closer and closer to her climax the car got closer and closer to 100mph, she couldn’t lift her foot without ruining her rhythm so she pushed harder and faster until finally it engulfed her in a wave of wild, untethered energy, looking. Then you can order it all and have it delivered,” Tom suggested.He specified that I order pre-hung doors, and windows. He also specified a certain brand of vinyl siding. I went home to order the materials. I had them delivered to my car wash on Saturday afternoon. I dressed in an extra layer of warm clothing and rode the scooter to meet the truck. I drank coffee from my thermos while I waited. By the end of day or Saturday everything was on site for work to begin on Monday. I had it stored in. Even in the cold light of day I was still fairly certain it would be needless. Bolstered by Spook's assessment of probabilities, I remained pretty confident that I'd seen the last of Estrada and his minions. If Estrada had the Carstairs file he'd know that everything pointed against me being Jack Heyward, from fingerprints to photos to DNA to eyewitness IDs, right across the board. They'd been persuasive enough that the Feds hadn't even tried to take it into court, hadn't they?Still, I was.