”“Yeah, dad is a marine and we were shipped out to Florida the next week.” Mary’s face dropped into shadow as she recalled the move. “I trie... to find you about a year ago when mom and I moved back to town but couldn’t remember your last name.”Mary and I poured two strong drinks from the kitchen counter and made our way outside like we did all those years ago. There was no river or dock this time just an over-crowded swimming pool but we managed to find two chairs at a far corner with a stone. There was no time to retrieve the coveralls tonight. Besides, she wasn’t sure the trunk wasn’t frozen shut by the snow and ice. She pulled her coat more tightly around her slim body and trudged through the snow to the dimly-lit office. Her heels slipped in the deep snow, but her “field shoes” were in the trunk with her boots and coveralls. If necessary, she would walk the rest of the way barefoot.The clerk glanced up at her for just a second as she stepped into the motel office. “We’re closed,. They must have messed with my head somehow, for instead of seeing the blondes as sex objects... I kind of felt jealous of them. Then it happened: the thought ran across my mind unexpectedly, that they'd get to fuck our master, and I never would. It was a momentary pang of desperation somehow implanted in my thoughts, that I'd never be woman enough for our new owner. I'd only be his toy, to suck him off and - Oh, god! The image popped into my head of me going down on our owner. I saw his cock in. The DA's office hasbeen interviewing several people (I don't know who) that do business with yourdepartment. They are preparing a case to take to the Grand Jury. They have also brought in anoutside investigator for some sort of undercover operation. I don't know anyof the details, only that the whole thing is being referred to around the officehere as 'Operation Mason.' Be careful, and take care ofyourself! JP Despite the seriousness of the message, John Thompson smiled. Smart girl,he thought..