I was so wound up I couldn't believe my bad luck. I guess it was going to be a hard drive home and a necessary wanking to let loose with all of my pen... up ...... Wait a minute, who is that standing by my car? " It took you long enough, are you ready for desert? I bet you would like some pie and me, well I could use a load of hot cum to top off the night." She said in her sexiest come fuck me voice. Luckily I was parked in a deserted area of the parking lot, not that it mattered much at that. I’m a high-school dropout and I had years of hard work, raisin’ babies, and finally got enough nerve to go into business after my divorce from Ned.“That’s when Billy took me in and gave me the money to do my thing. My eldest, Benny, yeah, even then I went with a ‘b’ name, still helps me run the shop, the only one who will, though he spent a nickel in the slammer for a bit before getting back to work here. Would you believe, after his parole was done, he married his parole officer? No joke!. I scrolled down to her name in the contacts list and pressed dial. She answered pretty quickly which was surprising as she usually leaves it ring a couple times, anyway I asked her if it was okay to come over this afternoon for a cup of tea and hang for a while as Id a few hours before the football was on. Sarah accepted and was excited at the idea of spending the afternoon together the down side was that her son was in, and not to worry much as he spends most his time in his room watching. Jimmy 'the Saint' grew up to be what he always dreamed of being--a gangster. His best friend grew up to be something else. They remained best friends--blood brothers. Right up until they couldn't be that no more. "What we got, Ketch?" asked Detective Eddie Bumfelt, sipping from a coffee cup, wincing at the taste, throwing it aside. "What we always got, Eddie, ' replied a tired looking cop, rubbing at a ketchup stain on his tie. He should leave the stain. It was a fuckin ugly tie. "A dead body..