With her arms around my neck and her looking into my eyes, we kissed. The softest, most passionate kiss. I knew I was in trouble! Like a love struck p...ppy.My knew my cock bounced and throbbed in my pants and with her pressed against me, she knew it too. I asked, “Can I take you home? Amy looked in my eyes, pulled my ear to her mouth and whispered, “Yes.”Just inside her door, we kissed again and her hand rubbed my aching, stiffing again dick. My hands explored her perfect tits and ass. She. I gave them as much information as I dared. I informed them about the corrupt sheriff's Department. The Police departments of Canyon and Amarillo according to my Grandfather were pretty near straight arrows. I gave them the name of a detective from Grandfathers letter, Jacob Littlestar. No I hadn't spoke to him. At the time I had no reason too. The policeman I had spoken too last night Dan Jarvis Detective 3 grade told me they had the other shooter. He had gone to the emergency room at the. I nodded my head. “I have to see it sooner or later,” I repliedThe priest revealed a hand mirror from inside the First Aid bag. He was sceptical on handing it over to me, a few seconds later he placed the object into the palm of my hand. I gradually raised the mirror to look at my reflection. Once I had a full view of my face, my vision went to the cut on my cheek. Bringing the mirror closer, I analysed the deep slash which began below my eye, going down to my cheek. Dropping the mirror onto my. Garnet had essentially lived on the ragged edge of society most of her life, marrying and divorcing degenerate gamblers or con-artists, rich one day , dirt poor the next but she had survived it all because she had wanted a better life for her children and was in fact ‘a tough old broad’. I didn’t care about her past or any of the rumors one way or the other, I loved Garnet and always would, even if it had to be at arm’s length at times. ‘Your windshield is cracked and the hood is dented!’ I.