Where are the pot holders?" She pointed over to the counter as she picked up the salad bowl and the plate of bread. I couldn't help but watch her walk...ng away. Her rounded hips and buttocks swayed with a naturally compelling motion. I felt my prick stirring, but I couldn't get hard now. I got the pot of stew and followed her, calling out to Dad. Dad told her during the meal that he was going fishing again. She glanced at me, and I saw a slight blush. Her napkin went to her scarlet lips, and I. In the pit of his stomach, he knew there was definitely foul play involved. Reaching for his cell phone, he called the headquarters over on Tudor."Captain Clark, please?" he told the dispatch operator. "This is Sergeant Sealy." Captain Clark isn't in at the moment," the operator replied. "I'll transfer you to Lieutenant Conway."A moment later, the familiar voice of Jim Conway answered, "Criminal Investigations, Lt. Conway. How may I help you?" Lieutenant," Sealy answered, "This is Sealy. I am. "We can't hold this area." She sat her horse well, at ease. I wanted be lie between those well-muscled legs."We don't give a damn," she said. "We'd just as leave shoot the bastards in the back as the front." Ma'am?" I said."Don't you m'am me, you big oaf. I'm Captain Jackson and these woods are mine. Nobody comes through here unless I let them." She lifted her chin, stuck out her chest and smiled at me as her nipples strained the cloth. "What's your outfit?"I told her, said we were rear guard. After I got to the full stage, I switched to the MP3 player and listened to classical music till dawn. I had no idea to who or what I was listening, but it was nice music. I had downloaded something called 'Classical Music 4 Five AM." That title would never do for an album cover, but it was a nice sound at 5AM.At 8AM on a dreary Saturday morning with a light mist, I took the bike to breakfast. I wore my special rain suit, and I was grateful that I didn't have a fancy hairdo to worry about. That.