‘Shall we go find out where the Insurance company does business. We should probably get the bank records for either Great Northern or Mister Herman ...artley or both,’ Hillary said. ‘Oh I like that,’ Roger said. ‘Maybe as a byproduct of our search for the love sick cop, we can clean Mister Hartley’s clock,’ Roger suggested. ‘You do know how to turn a phrase Roger dear,’ Hillary said. ‘Before we do anything else, I have to call in a favor.’ Hillary made the call but Roger was told to leave the. She could not come on to him now; it would seem like an obvious attempt to keep him, and Peter would turn her down. He was really a nice guy, she knew that throwing herself at him would be futile. What really disturbed her though, was that she was not upset about losing Peter. She was upset about losing something that protected her from the world, or herself.Peter left. She picked up the bottle of wine she had bought for the evening and threw it into the fireplace, where it shattered against. She seemed to be savoring the softness of her curly strawberry-blonde pubic patch, and she was still lightly massaging her erect nipple with her other hand."Damn, she's hot," I thought to myself. I saw her legs part a bit wider, and it seemed to me that the glistening wet spot between her legs had increased. I noiselessly unfastened the button on my Dockers, and very slowly eased the zipper down, stepping out of my pants.Just as I was stepping out of my pants, I looked in time to see her very. There was no lump in his throat this time. As they pulled into the parking lot, she suddenly said, "Charlie, I can't do this. There's nothing up there but a bed--" I sprang for a suite, Carol. There are two couches, and a table with chairs. We'll get coffee and we'll talk, that's all." He squeezed her shoulders and she looked at him. He smiled reassuringly. "Carol. It's me. Charlie. When did I ever give you anything you didn't want?" She smiled back and relaxed. "Never," she said. "You're.