Lorne McDermott assured me that they were good employees, having got rid of the questionable ones as the business contracted. As much as I respected L...rne’s opinion, I would have to see for myself. I was the stranger among them, the guy who would be giving the orders. How they would react to me was still an unknown. Fiona smiled as she exited customs in Vancouver on Monday afternoon. Her flight was on time and she looked fresh and energized as she strode toward me, towing her single bag. I was. He stopped humming when he heard an odd rustling against the door. Cautiously Ned edged towards the door and unbolted it - carefully. Slowly he opened it. He jumped as Brighton's body slumped into the hallway."Good god! Brighton! Are you all right?"Brighton looked up at Holmes from the floor."I have the maps..." Brighton stuttered."To the devil with the maps. What has happened to you?" Holmes knelt, and supported Brighton's swaying head."I was accosted Holmes, accosted by a man I followed...". I finally got access, not knowing that she had already unbuttoned her jeans. My fingers finally reached the love hole only to find it dripping by her wet juices…mmmmm…that was one amazing feeling. It was so fucking hot inside. My first fatancy for making out with a girl in my car was coming true.I finally got her back on the other seat, lifted her leg and pulled her jeans out. She reached out and got my 7inch tool out and started stroking it gently. It was heaven. I was getting a hand job from. Hope and I...wait. Let me start at the beginning.Hope is the kind of wife and mother that reminds you of those perfect women in sitcoms. Always ready with a plate of fresh-from- the- oven cookies and a ice-cold glass of milk, Hope helped form my opinion of what a woman should be. Even at that tender age, I knew that Hope was different from other Moms. She was smarter, funnier...sexier. It wasn't like she was slinking around the house in a silk dressing gown, flashing glimpses of her underwear.