"Judge?" I asked. "When is Catherine O'Malley's funeral?"He hesitated, and then said, "Tomorrow, at her farm outside Asheville, North Carolina." Then ... need these guys to either drop me where my jet is hangared, or take me somewhere I can hire a car to take me to my jet. I'm going to Catherine's funeral. She died saving my life, and I am going to honor her memory by being there when they put her in the ground."That's exactly how I went. The driver took me to Andrews, where my jet was stashed,. When he saw that my eyes were open, he did a quick glance around the room, like he was checking for something. Finally, his eyes returned to mine, as he stared at me with a look of utter amazement."Michael?" he finally whispered.I stared back at him."Is he talking to me?" I wondered. Finally, I lifted my right hand slightly and pointed my fingertip in the general direction of my throat as I croaked, "Hurts ... to ... talk."Without letting his eyes leave mine, the man in the out-of-style suit. The detective inserted two tapes into the recorder on the table and announced who was present in the room."You admit to taking the Porsche registration no QM06ZVV without first asking the owner for his consent?" he asked in a bored voice."I admit to moving the Porsche." Legally that is taking it. Did he give his consent?" No."When did you take it?"Joseph thought about it, "3rd February, the day after he left it." Why did you take it?" It was causing an obstruction so that traffic to and from my. " He responded. My hands shaking,I reached over and gently traced the outline of his erection. Grabbing the back of my head firmly. "Now kiss it." He demanded, forcing me down. I submitted and did as I was told. "Open my pants. "He ordered. I slowly opened his jeans to discover a rock hard boner in tighty whities. I had to catch my breath and keep from orgasming in my panties,I was so excited. This time he didn't have to push,I had started rubbing my lips and breathing in his manly scent..