He went to Fort Nelson for the evening, visiting his cousin. The cop will want to keep you on the phone. After 15 minutes, disconnect and get out of t...ere.”“Won’t they just phone the police captain and wake up some more police officers?”“Mike will take care of cutting his phone line. Deer Lake doesn’t have any other numbers, and the one guy in the Fort Grand station doesn’t have access to the phone list. Deer Lake will send a car or two, and it is an hour drive to Fort Grand.”“Mike’s guy will. "Do you feel funny there too?" she breathily squeaked lifting her head some. I had sat sideways on the bed and her eyes looked at my crotch. There was a soaked wet spot visible, and she reached out and rubbed it with her tiny fingers. "Can I touch you there?" It was well beyond the asking, as her fingers deftly slipped under my panties and pulled the material aside, exposing my tangled mess of wet pubic hair and the gaping gash of my pussy. My secretions were dripping even before she had. But the carrot was a place to work, a nice place to live, and a little money to blow periodically on a vacation home. Mister Armand had gotten them all counterfeit green cards, (Armand would have laughed at that -- the cards were real, in order to protect himself from nosy Feds, but having Raoul think they were counterfeit was useful... ), so Inez could walk the streets here with her head held high.Similarly, Inez had no issues with Armand's methods in general; he was a man of power, and he did. Frank began to run his fingertips along Brenda’s thighs and calves. “Is that the new nightie you wanted to show me last night?”“Yes, it is. Do you like it?”Frank smiled. It wasn’t the most extreme nightgown his wife owned, not by a long shot, but it was very sexy, nonetheless. It was a short white lace chemise, with a low U-shaped cut in the front and with a pair of slits up each thigh to the waist. It was skintight and almost totally transparent. He nodded silently.“Well, maybe some other.