Dat’s de part dat mattered. Ya’ dig? Help people, and help yawhself. Ya’ dig?”“I remember,” I said, knowing she was right.She picked up my...glass of moonshine, and took a sip, then coughed.“And fawh gods sweet sakes, I know it ain’t yuh family’s ting, but sometimes go out and enjoy some bettuh hooch den dis rotgut,” she laughed, “A 20-year-old single malt, or at least a 12-year-old. Okay? And a good bottle of wine, not dat concawhd stuff. Yuh got me so fahr? I taughtcha how tuh live a little, so. No one had looked at her pussy in a long time. And no one had looked at it that closely before.“My god, Trudy,” Ben hissed. She was momentarily afraid, thinking he didn’t like her pussy, but then she saw the gleam in his eyes, the smile on his face, and she was filled with pride. He slid his fingers along her slit, making her sigh. He spread her labia with his fingers to expose the pink insides, glistening with her moisture now. When he rubbed his finger over her little clit, Trudy moaned. Then he told me that my application to TRT had been accepted, and that as soon as I passed my Basic SWAT class, I could begin my TRT qualification with the MPD. That basically would consist of riding with some of the TRT guys and getting their final approval. I was told to make sure I was in shape, because TRT would be tough.Things got very strange at the end of May. The last full week of May I was scheduled for an odd stretch on the day shift, since a couple of more senior guys were on. "Analise wrapped her arms around Allison. She whispered in Allison's ear. "You know we'll have a blast." And then loud enough for their mom to hear, "What do you say, sis?"Allison stiffened and practically croaked the words out through her dry vocal cords. "Thanks, Analise." With that she turned and headed back to her room, leaving her mom to excuse her behavior to Analise by saying she was probably just sad Analise was leaving. Allison almost barked a contemptuous laugh at the thought, but by.