He looked at me, slyly, “Care to elaborate?”“I had a malfunction with my pepper spray,” I told him, knowing that if I said that I deliberately...aimed it at his face and emptied the can, it would not be good for my health or record. That had happened in the locker rooms our first week together and I’d not been wearing my hat at the time.They both smirked, and then he looked at my report again. “I’m shifting you to Internet Monitoring while this investigation takes place.”I fully expected to be. "Twenty bucks?" one of them said."That's all I got," I shrugged.Before I knew it, two of them had my arms. "Somehow, I doubt that," Anderson said. "Come on, boys, let's persuade Moneybags to show us his hidden stash."I tried to protest. I really did only have twenty bucks on me. They didn't listen, of course.And I didn't wear jewelry, either, so I couldn't pacify them with any bling. I tried to tell them this.I guess they finally figured it out--but, by that point, I was lying on the ground in. .. Yet, I can't stop sucking cock. Sucking cock is an addiction like smoking, watching porn or taking morphine. I want to quit cold turkey. In fact, I HAVE quit cold turkey many times. Yet, the craving to be on my knees, a hard cock, regardless of size, in my mouth, is always lingering in my subconscious. And yet, as soon as the stranger's load is deposited in my mouth and down my throat or splattered all over my face, a rush of guilt washes over me. I promise myself I will never do it. ”She shook her head. “It’s over ten miles to our car if we go straight down the lake. If we follow the shoreline, going in and out of every little bay and inlet, it going to be… what, maybe thirty miles? More?“Probably more; this lake has a very irregular shoreline. It may be our only chance, though, and we can always stop and camp somewhere if necessary. At least it’s progress.”She sighed resignedly. “I guess. We’ll have to go in and out of every contour of the shoreline, though, not try to.