Tammy and I were driving back home when I asked her about them and shetold me she was preparing for Mark for when he returned home. I neverreally gave...it any thought until she told me. I felt stupid!It was only six days before Mark was returning home and Tammy was alreadymaking arrangements in the bedroom for him. He had mailed the keys to hisapartment and she was slowly bringing his clothes to our house each day. I volunteered to help Tammy on the third day and drove to Mark's oldapartment. We. " You a bein' a good man and wise beyond your years to be a understandin' that." It was a steep price to pay the first time." She did be a likein' the time you two worked on all of that together. Got us outa the way in a hurry." Pap grinned."She does seem to have some real skill with that." That wasn't only skill. She got to be near you, and you could bee'n shoveling out the barn stalls and she would have been right next to you."I just shook my head. "Lana told me life has a way of changing. She squeezed her eyes closed, ignoring the friction of her face against the rough fabric. Only concentrating on the sound of his breath in her ear and the smell of their fucking.His sucked on her neck and her orgasm caught. White spots flashed behind her lids as raw energy shuttled into her spine. It burnt a trail downwards, meeting the pulsing in her core and shattering, falling around them like pieces of glass, sparkling and sharp in the muted light of the room.He held her pussy as her body. The Butterbar wondered, "Sgt. Blaine, what is taking you so long?"This time I didn't omit anything when I said, "Jack never does keep his pack organized." I finally found the drugs and distracted the Butterbar, "How are Jack's vital signs."He began to check Jack's pulse while I slipped the pills out of Jack's pack and into one of my leg pockets that was empty. The Butterbar said, "I think he's doing fine."Jack woke up and yelled...Son of a bitch! I woke up and my ass felt like it was on fire! I.