The musky scent was familiar but slightly different - somehow richer, deeper, stronger, almost offensive in its intensity. This was not Lori's scent."...im, I've got to go. We'll talk later." I could hear angry muttering in the background; her boss laying down the law."Don't worry Lori hon. Love you. See you later."I let the phone drop into the cradle and looked at the panties once more. There had been another detail nagging at my sub-conscience, just out of reach. It came to me now and my heart. By feel, I knew immediately that the Ghost of Christmas Present was Bigtits. She had a bit more 'junk in her trunk' than I'd found attractive in daylight but in the darkness of the tent she had all the sweetness of a nice, plump peach. Sinking my fingers into the softness of her huge tits while sucking on large, hard nipples... Having her stroke and suck my cock... I didn't mind at all the extra pounds on her thighs as I spread her legs and moved on top of her.If I didn't mind her plumpness,. "Thanks." You and your ASP buddies can come out and work my murder tomorrow night," he grumped, glowering at her.She shook her head and then slid off the stool, leaving the bar with the same feline pace that she'd come in with. Going back out to the SUV, she gave Hunter the address."Before we go anywhere," he growled, "you're going to learn how to listen to me, Mira. I'm not jeopardizing the job or the team because you have some idea of vengeance. If you can't listen to my orders, then I'm. After I finished and the episode I was watching finished, I went to bed for the night, and felt right at home again, mostly, for the first time in months.Maybe it was because I woke up in my own bed again, for the first time in a long time the next morning, or maybe something else, but I was out of bed at six AM, in the shower, and thinking about what I was going to wear to work before it hit me that I wasn't going to work. I was going to fuck off, all day long. Can that shit, I had to do.