I couldn't see anyone and when he spoke up I jumped in shock. He was behind what I think you would call a desk, but it was piled so high with papers y...u couldn't see him."Well I'll be damned if it isn't Harry Hanson, our famous sheriff. 'Bout time you started using your head for something besides being a Hubba punching bag. I wondered how long it would take you to get smart enough to come and have a little talk with me. I been doing this job more than forty years and nobody knows this county. Rita was wearing aliteral flower crown when she arrived, in a flowing white lace dress. Shehad almost as many piercings in her face as Claire and I, and a fadedtattoo of a peace sign on her throat. She also hugged me warmly, and wassoon gushing over how cute we both looked. I was kind of floored andoverwhelmed at the positive reception from them, though Claire had toldme I needn't have worried. We talked for hours, toured the Coffeeoperations, and the more public friendly section of my own. I grabbed some duck breasts, Brussels sprouts, baby red potatoes, and a nice locally brewed ale. I rolled my cart to the shortest line I could find and to what to my wondering eyes should appear, but this dark-haired young woman I had seen many times before. Her name tag said "Ria". She's about 5'5" with dark hair and dark eyes that were usually accentuated with dark eyeliner and dark make-up. The first time I saw her a few months ago she didn't seem very pleasant, but on later occasions she. ”“Good. I’m going to work with the temp on the HR position and then try to find out when I’m getting married.”We got dressed, with the normal amount of playing around. She bent over the bed and offered herself to me and I accepted the gift. We still got to work on time.“Hi Sasha,” Diana said with glee. “When you and Mick have a few minutes, I need to tell you about your wedding.”I looked at Sasha and smiled. She looked and cocked her head in the direction of Diana’s desk. Taking her hand, I.