Stevens helped to prop him against the reception desk. Mrs Wiley leaned in behind the sergeant. “You want to stay away from that bitch,” Knightley...snapped. “Knobbiest knees I’ve ever seen.” Knightley speared Mrs Wiley with a hard stare – the only thing that was going to get hard for a few weeks by the feel of things. “I should do you for fucking assault.” Sergeant Stevens sighed. “Perhaps we should, as they say, start at the beginning. And for God’s sake will someone go and see what that. She admired his muscular chest that was almost hairless. His short blonde hair made him look young, but she knew he was an experienced man who knew his way around the block. She gazed lower at his tight stomach muscles and the beginnings of his pubic hair before her legs and the chair blocked her view. They had made love not long ago, but with so many involved she hadn't really been able to appreciate his special attentions the way she was now. Ooo it felt so good. His hands working her feet. “Hi Bart! Checking up on me again?”“You know me too well. Yes I am. I was a little worried after hearing about what happened on your first ride out of Tulsa. How did the second one go? What happened with the guy who interrupted our chat last night? Did he give you a ride?”She laughed in response. “You could say that. He gave me a ride and I returned the favor.”“Do tell!”“Well, he's a nice guy. Not as cute as you, but okay. Early thirties I guess. Medium build, brown eyes. He's got a bit of a. She said, “I’m going to go talk to my friends.”“Bye,” Dexter said watching her leave the room.He sat in the kitchen thinking about the conversations with his kids. It seemed to him that he was the stranger in their lives. He wondered how much his wife knew about them. She was a lot more active in their lives: she took them to school in the morning, and she took them shopping for clothes on occasion.Discovering that his kids were basically strangers had unsettled him. He realized that his wife.