He led us to a white Ford Taurus sitting in the tow away zone in front of the arriving flights doors. A cop standing by the car gave Mr. Blakemore a j...unty salute. Blakemore laughed and clapped the man on the shoulder then popped the trunk open so we could stow my bags. It finally registered that Katrina was empty handed."Where is your stuff, Trina? Do we have to go pick it up?" My bags are at the Marriott already; I checked in last night."We piled into the sedan, Katrina sat up front riding. "It might be nothing," Hawk agreed. "Then again, maybe not. We'll check him out but we'll play it as more likely Lisa here was the target." She looked back at Lisa. "I'll get someone in your office to get me a list of people that might have you on their hit parade but I do not, I repeat, I do not want you going back into that office until it is full of people. That means Monday and don't get there early. I'd also rather you didn't go home for a couple of days, just in case. I intend to have. I told her this might hurt, relax a little. She shook her head in agreement. I took my thumb and popped her cherry. She moaned ouch! I said you okay, got a tissue off the principals desk wiped it up, put the tissue in my pocket(Can’t leave evidence). Pulled her closer put my dick in started working it in slowly as time passed. She still has on everything but her shirt and panties. I’m stroking it nice she’s quivering a little, I asked her did she want more of this dick? She said just a little. Fun House Street.The Osgood Palace was also brick — just like the Castle and the Red Light Saloon. But it was different too. As was the owner, the madam, Maude ‘Patcheye’ Osgood. Who, indeed, wore a black eyepatch over her right eye. I wondered what the story there was, wondered how she’d lost an eye.The Palace stood out because it had a little wooden house, not much larger than a shed really, out back. Autry seemed slightly uncomfortable as he nodded toward the structure, “Some rough stuff.