" Two or three Arnold County folks on her list, Brookes mainly." Wish you'd forget Arnold County and being sheriff too. You done your job then. Fact i..., we both worked hard at that." Margaret Beall bent to cut potatoes into the pot on the swinging iron pole of her always busy fireplace."I can understand old Mr. Brookes out there paying for a dress for his new wife or her young daughter, but why would his son be on the list? He's not married or even close to it far as I know." You'll have to ask. See ya later," she said with a wink and then walked out of the room.Katherine shut the door and locked it. She went over to her bed and lifted off the box and placed it down on the floor and then lay down on the bed on her stomach. She felt overly tired all of a sudden but she couldn't fall asleep as thoughts of Nina entered her mind and her big, luscious breasts. The stirring grew stronger and Katherine began to rub herself up and down. She took off her pants and continued to rub her wet pussy. In less than ten minutes after I’d given them the task, it was done.They both walked back to me and George looked at me. “Now what, Paul?” he asked.I shrugged and said, “It’s your show, George. I do need to talk to you a little later, when you have time, about how you see this unfolding so that we’re both working from the same plan.”George looked at me skeptically and asked, “What do you mean, ‘working from the same plan’?”I pointed to the badge on my chest. “We have to obey the law, too,. She let her gaze slide down the strong column of his neck, pause at the small open vee at the base of his throat, where a hint of body hair tantalized her imagination, then continue down along the lean, hard torso that filled his dark shirt oh-so-well. The shirt wasn’t tucked in, and its tails parted enticingly over his crotch. There was most definitely a bulge there. His jeans were midnight-blue, and there wasn’t very good lighting, but she thought she could make out that contour quite.