My self confidence, or was it now cockiness, had returned.We walked, almost running to Vicky’s house, avoiding holding hands, though I dearly wanted...to touch here rear end. Did I say she had a tight rear end?Arriving at her house, we fell into each others arms, almost before the door closed. She immediately pulled down my zip and pulled my cock out through the opening. Indeed she was so adept that I was sure that she had done it before to my surprise. Not that I was complaining, her small cool. I hadn't looked like this all day. In the morning I wore jeans andsensible shoes to the local clinic, where I was measured and weighed,asked a few questions and had my blood taken. I would have liked tohave seen a doctor straight away, but I was assured that there were noappointments available, and that the earliest was more than a week away.Following the doctor's I headed over to the offices of the detectivethat I'd looked up the day before. I wasn't going in on spec, I hadcalled ahead, and. Whatever you decide I don't want to see home for at least a week. I want you to have one entire week with no screaming kids, no dirty house to clean and no husband whose needs you have to meet. Take as long as you want and when you come home we will work out a way to see that you get time off on a regular basis."I bent and kissed her. "I love you baby, have a good time" and I turned and left her there. I had a cab waiting and as I headed home I hoped that I had done the right thing.The. Your guys at the door didn’t want to let me in. I’m sorry if we hurt any of them too badly.”Putting his hands to his forehead, General Hang said, “I should have known.”“What is this?”General Hang said, “This is Pen Sada, also known as Sandy Dancing.”Premiere Song stared at Pen Sada for a full minute without saying a word. Then he burst out laughing. He laughed until tears formed in his eyes.“You have got nerve! The whole time the Secretary General is talking about hunting you down, you are.