It was all part of being a cop, he told himself, keeping up with what was going on, not only in Los Angeles, but in the rest of the world as well: a g...od cop kept himself informed, current. Mike Kramer prided himself on being a good cop.As Mike sat down to watch the news, Lisa passed through the living room on her way upstairs. Mike watched her, still admiring, after all these years, the grace of her walk, the firmness of her body. She had been and still was a very beautiful woman, a fine wife.. “You are such a sweet talker Jason, if you’ve got the cash, I’ve got the gash”.Jason and the mates closest to him burst into gales of laughter at Em’s quick witted reply.“Don’t worry about the cash darling we’ve got plenty of that, we’ve just been given our match bonuses, so money is just no object. We’re celebrating big time. Bring us another couple of bottles of Crystal barman”.Em turned to Mark a look of concern on her face. “Mark, what the fuck have you let me in for, you said there’d just. Again he left them quietly in the prep area, un-inventoried and in no particular order. He checked the clock on his phone, noted that it was almost time to start dinner, and closed the hidden doors behind him again.He drove the truck back up to the shed, parked it inside, and picked a bit of lettuce in the greenhouse before coming in for the night. He kicked off his boots and stepped into the kitchen. The night before he had placed two frozen rabbit carcasses in the refrigerator to thaw for. "Another thing, she and I both want this, come wherever you like, but when you're all out of breath and panting with exhaustion, we'd better be covered in a copious amount of sperm, do I make myself clear?" "YES, MA'AM!" "Okay boys, here's the cards, you were each handed a necklace with a number on it when you got here, and were told to hold it in your hands, put them on now." Mike the linebacker was wearing number one, but he drew the ten, Miles drew the King and looked at Kay with undisguised.